Before the Daze of “Ecstasy” – Cycle Four: Day Twelve

The tree bends down in burble sparkling rage,
The streetlights flail as golden spider webs,
On strange piano, crazy boho streets,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
 
My fingers bend to play a whipping tail,
My Yamaha that’s oddly sprung to life,
The doctor’s smiles that bear in bubbled words,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
 
His clownish mouth that moves in static growl,
That calls me out, he moves, Nijinsky’s Fawn,
My feet now lead balloons, now lion’s claws,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
 
Now shouting out in tongues to curse the night,
Her Doctor’s soothing voice like ice to fire,
Come to: a rainbow bath in candle light,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
 
Her doctorate was seeking Chemistry,
Front room piano dripping wax and paint
As fragments of my self began to meld
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
 
Her structured southern looks becoming clear,
Her curving mouth, a feline’s hungry hope,
She touched my face like sex’s aftermath
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.