A Very Unattractive Man (But the way he plays that sax…)

His smug lips hug the saxophone;
they smile into it,
eyebrows raised.
Red lights illuminate
spider web designs
on his cheeks.
His body breathes
against the big,
brass thing
while his fingers
keep pressing it
in different
positions.

If he approached me
after the show,
i would recoil.

But I have to admit,
for a moment
while watching him,
i wished I was
his instrument.

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