Redbone Dances

If you ain’t never watched your parents kiss

Ain’t never had them teach you

‘Bout the way lips will bend and curve against a lover’s affirmation

Oh how that sunrise got a name

It sound like a blues song

A woman’s heart breaking

If you ain’t watched the knowing nod of sweethearts worn away

As soft as a speaker box’s blown out hiss

Oh how that sunrise got a name

It sound like a blues song

If you ain’t sure there was a time

When their eyes

Held each other like a nexus

Breaking the lock to dip dark marbles

Into hopeful corners of a shot glass

If you ain’t never known a Saturday night slick with glittered promises

And clouds wrapped wet in a Pendergrass croon

If you ain’t been taught

How a man hold you close

So close

It look like a crawl

If you ain’t had the memory

Of your mother and father sliding hip to hip

Their feet whisper a slow shuffle and shift

Her hand on his neck grip the shoulder of a man

That will pass his daughters bad tempers

And hands like bowls

It sound like a blues song

If you ain’t watched a man lean into a woman

His eyes slide across her bronze

His hands pillared in her auburn hair

Her throat holds the urge

To hear how her voice sounds

Against the wind of him

If your skin can’t fathom the fever of

Something necessary as this

Then you can’t know the hurricane of two bodies

Then you can’t know the hurricane of two bodies

Then you can’t know the hurricane of two bodies

Then you can’t know the hurricane of two bodies

Then you can’t know the hurricane of two bodies

Then you can’t know the hurricane of two bodies

Two bodies

Two bodies

Two bodies

How the bodies can create

The prospect of a sunrise

Oh how that sunrise got a name

It sound like a blues song

A woman’s heart breaking

From the record player skipping

The sky almost blue

From the record player skipping

The sky almost blue

From the record player skipping

The sky almost blue

From the record player skipping

The sky almost blue

From the record player skipping

The sky almost blue

From the record player skipping

The sky almost blue

From the record player skipping