Duke.

Through a sunlit window,
I see you walking towards,
Hearing the door,
Close behind you.
It’s about four,
In the afternoon, in a city,
On a Saturday,
In the latest and hottest,
Part of June.

He’s not here with me,
And doesn’t mind,
You and me being here alone.
The openness of you both,
It has an energy all its own.

You want to make it more,
Sometimes.
Then sometimes you don’t.
I know…
You cannot ever let go.
Don’t ever let go.

Now I stand, awaiting fate,
I smell your strength,
And your force,
As they both,
Protect and accompany you.
I can hear your pace,
It intoxicates,
Each step you take.
I’m nervous.
I’ve been missing you…

It was long overdue,
To finally hear from you.
Hearing you cry,
From too far,
That broke me inside.
He held me some nights,
So I could get over you.

Walking nearer from the back,
Scents of sandalwood,
Now attached,
To bergamot,
Twirling around,
Sounds of,
Duke.
Sentimental,
Always for you,
And now you’re here,
Coming closer,
Two breaths…
Anticipation,
Closing in.
Thank you, God.
We don’t talk much,
But you heard me last night,
And he’s alright.
For that,
I’ll always,
Be in awe of You.

Intense, you are,
Happiest you are with,
Me,
All tied up for you.
The knots you lace,
Secured,
With care,
And always with a kiss or two.
While staring me down,
Intentionally prolonged,
For effect,
From a position,
With me beneath you.
And Duke playing,
Something sentimental,
A mood,
In the air,
With a trace of bergamot,
Hint of sandalwood,
Attached,
Between two.

In a Sentimental Mood
-by Duke Ellington & John Coltrane