Tastes Like Jazz

He tastes like jazz.
Smooth,
And sweet- no!
Sour - wait!
Silken- maybe.

He is like jazz,
He can be however he likes.
And I'm in love with him.

I'm in love with jazz,
With swinging, switching rhythms
Leaping hearts
And flittering notes,
Pure and high on a solo saxophone
With low notes rumbling across
A bass standing alone.
The quiet,
The loud,
The happy and sad,
It's all mine.