Hands Tell the Story
by Michael Doyle

Smooth and sultry
The jazz flautist
Smooths out her lines
Soothing like a silk mystery
The jazz flautist
Blows our minds

While somewhere
In that over there
A man watches a woman
Wishing he might persevere
And didn't know the fear
Like only a man in love can

Asking himself
If he didn't know her
Would he still love her
There are no answers on the shelf
When these subtle lines blur
But the truth of the answer still occurs

Smooth and sultry
The jazz flautist
Smooths out her lines
Soothing like a silk mystery
The jazz flautist
Blows our minds

Vows exchange with a smile
Her head on his shoulder
Whispers her hints of happiness
Though it seems out of style
Except for those who are bolder
And see past the emptiness

Slept away in the step away
Looking forward to each good morning
Messages texted on a cellphone
Each day leads the way to what stays
Never pausing and no need for warning
The comfort of two hears in the zone

Smooth and sultry
The jazz flautist
Smooths out her lines
Soothing like a silk mystery
The jazz flautist
Blows our minds

(c) January 29, 2022   Michael Doyle
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