Headphones

Headphones

Auburn river splashes down camellia cheeks
But she soaks in bath of psychedelia
Like a rose petal tub of naked sound
Flowing between headphone ears
In deepening seventies groove
Of feminine pink aura
Whose nude melody is sunken softness
When the fidelity gets her high
Like the cotton candy of FM
That melts in her moan
While the candied apple world
Spins her into a music vortex
Born of her own body
And time cartwheels backward