First Lover

</>In the summertime, There is dancing on the urban streets, School children and hookers, Drug addicts and pushers, Cutthroats and mothers All enjoying the exquisite music Of heroic survival and the swaying Of lovely limbs making their way To a myriad of destinations. A girl is wearing a yellow skirt Outside a getaway bar playing jazz, Some indescribable street style Originating in the sultry breeze, A New Orleans of the soul In the beatific downbeat of Detroit. Give many widespread multiple forms of music And some Latino children with salsa-like movements, A seductive rhythm of urgent heartbeats, And I’ll show you a life tremendously worth living, A paradise of passion with unceasing persuasive charm Like your first lover gazing into your eyes And holding tightly onto your arm.