New Ahleans Trombone

You bathe me in friendly fire
stunning and spendid
your heart throbs as I squeeze you
against the dirty moon
you smile and say
you've shaved the temple
the greeks and romans
were undersized achievers

outside the rain purses its lips
we're defacing the sheets with one flaw
how many sins have the oaks committed
grant us this one failed levee of desire.