Trouble In Her Whisper
by Aaron B Jackson©

Her voice slid
Sideways
Into the hallway
Of sensation
Her whisper
A tender
Tenor
Massaging
The blueprint of my spine
Cadence in the delivery
Uncanny
Sex is a heart felt bass line
The connection between the sternum
The spine
The soul
Motion In Music
by Aaron B Jackson©


Their breath
Collapsed into one entity
One being
Pulsating
Throbbing in line
The bass and the drum
Together they cast a snare
Giving the universe a kick


Our bodies
Swayed
Communion of
Hips hushed
The hum of the house speakers


Primal evolution
Took place during
The revolution
Of the record
Burned by a man to a disc


We communed on rocks of black
Hi-jacked from
Africa and renamed the
Sun


But her sun
Was conceived the night of
First
Communion
A seed nestled in the womb of
vulnerability
A sanctity we did not take for granted
Aaron B Jackson formerly Middlepoet is a poet, journalist and performance artist. Aaron is
the former Poet Laureate of Jersey City, NJ as well as a two time recipient of grants from
the Puffin Foundation. As a performer, Jackson has appeared at such legendary venues
as the Nuyorican Poets Cafe in New York, NY and Da Poets Lounge In Los Angeles, CA.
Jackson is currently the head editor of Shouted Whisper, a literary magazine dedicated to
and inspired by women. He lives in Los Angeles with his girl and two crazy dogs, where he
writes and performs his work. Please visit Aaron's site at
http://www.aaronbjackson.com/
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