Can't remember where this came from.
But it is absolutely lovely.
Can you draw me the shape of love?
My phantom lover in the deep black jazz night,
his ghost hands whispering them down the strings,
of the heart and playing them with the lightest touch,
drugging the dreams with rich saxophone notes
of deep longing binding the soul, shivering down
the bones and infusing them with a mute cry,
a sudden sharp ache of loneliness.