She was ridiculously beautiful that night, a perfect blob of dark matter speaking tongues and talking about the universe. She’d throw her head back in a spasm of uncontrollable laughter when a witty joke hit her and everyone around. Her white teeth contrasted with the black mystery of her perfect hair. “I want to lick your...

I wrote different versions of her. Long brown hair covering her breasts as she lay on the couch. Or knobby like mangroves sinking in the waters of her body. Wild olive skin, ebony skin, soft and tender skin to chew. Other times she had this lunar paleness that contrasted with her big dark eyebrows. Chubby lips or thin line...

Someone put her in my arms, still inebriated by Bud Powell's frenzied rhythm still raging across the dance floor. Dangling, head turned back towards me. A blissful face, satisfied but ready to explode once again in other wonderful musical orgasms. Laid down on me like Christ in the portrayals of the Pity, sweaty as a resul...