Soul Mate

The  

Jazz 

Understands.

I can hear it 

In the sound 

The drums 

In the bands 

He allows me to

Let go 

While he 

Holds my  

Hands 

I  

Envy his 

Echo 

While

He sings 

My  

Stance 

He 

Twirls me 

In  

Empathy 

Round and round

As I  

Dance 

The  

Banter 

Between us 

Exhales

Then  

Expands 

Forever 

Enchanted 

By his 

Melodious 

Trance 

We  

Rock 

To and fro 

As my 

Heart cries its

Demands 

Simultaneously,

He bellows 

And succumbs

To my 

Commands 

Like a  

Sponge 

He absorbs me

And croons 

Out 

My  

Plans 

He 

Takes the  

Roads 

Less traveled

And winds up

In my  

Lands 

He 

Drinks 

Of my  

Troubles 

Manages to

Withstand 

The  

Glass shards

That are 

Underfoot 

When he 

Walks in my

Sand. 

His 

Fingers 

Entangle 

Mine 

Like he  

Is my 

Man 

So 

Silently 

Yet 

Audibly 

He 

Fathoms 

The strands

That 

Weave me

Together 

His vision 

Can  

Scan 

Right

Through 

My 

Entire 

Being 

While my 

Pain 

Reprimands

He  

Caresses it

Softly 

He knows 

All that I 

Am 

When  

No one else

Gets me.. 

The  

Jazz 

Understands.