My Burlesque Mind


last inhale

before it hits

hello mind

hello bliss

the bass starts to drop

the drumbeat slows

then the sweet, sweet sound

starts to flow

that dark blues guitar

glides straight through my veins

swells in my stomach

drives me insane

my hips lead the way

legs follow slowly

torso starts to sway

arms flow so smoothly

like wind beneath wings

fingers start roaming

across collar bones

reaching up behind ears

though hair starts combing

the music has me

firm in its grasp

I’m completely lost in it

swimming in a symphonic sea

this is where I come

when I need to find peace

moving to this guitar

 until I find my release

@ Kristian Weigman

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10 Responses to My Burlesque Mind

  1. Sadje says:

    Love the poem! 💖

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Brad Osborne says:

    A sultry and sensual journey to self. Well written and not quite what I had expected. I like it when you keep me guessing. Well done!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Amir says:

    Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    A superbly musical and poetic soul who can write better words to describe every single vibe and tone of the music than the song referred here. Totally indulging… 😜✨👍

    Liked by 1 person

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