I miss

[missrenie]

I miss
so bad
that I can taste it
if I bite my tongue
hard enough
I can taste it in my blood
it flows like music
up into me
and through me
soft
gentle
deep

deep
warm

deep
womb

deep
south

I miss
Crescent Bends
the way the sounds of the street
blends
with horse shoe cadence
the smell of these friends
coffee fresh and chicory kissed
flour fried into a pillow
delicate snow sugar misted
 I miss
Rain singin', slipin', spillin' on cobblestones
melted brown sugar, molasseses and pecans
I miss
broiled crawfish, crab, shrimp
and the songs
painful
sweet
that get between your knees
and then crash into your feet

I miss
yellow
purple
and green
the way the street lights danced off of a trombone
a bright golden sheen
I miss
I miss
New Orleans