Hear Translucence, a poem by Jefferson Hansen

— not a ghost, you’ve 
not turned me there, no — 
but you riddle me with ghosts 
haunted organs 
ticking and tilting 
no sway, no swing 
not anymore 

your pink face 
pliant and smooth 
flitting elsewhere even 
when asking for touch 

fingers glance your 
translucence here, to hear 
what makes you click 
what questions linger into your 
tentative gropings 
my tactile guessings 

then fingers dig into my thigh 
as I thrum wet tenderness 
you toss me down, straddle 
we cry guttural, together 

but see only scattered pieces 
no converging 


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Jefferson Hansen is, most recently, the author (as J.P. Hansen) of the mystery The Vanilla Lawyer in the Mayhem Blues. His selected jazz poetry, Jazz Forms, is available as a free download.


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