Swing Lo

lickin chicken fingers
small flakes
lightly 
discussing
segues
transitions and 
hue

love
big like a large hand to rest in
soft fire afternoon
winter snowcrested trees
singing your songs
all your voices

mastery of 
youth and
ageloss and rage
and tender
trilling
thrilling
tremolo
your throat
desire
freedom
to love
how you will
who you will
when you will
love you so