Internet radio’s playing Beatles’
greatest from “A Hard Day’s Night,” sweeping me
back to ’64, pop movie’s title
blazing on Center Theatre’s marquee,
pal Lee Rogers cuddling with Lesley Smith,
me maneuvering my arm around her
friend Janella Howell, Fab Four’s mythic
smiles and harmony swirling their power
throughout the house. Back in Lesley’s dark den,
we quiet down with Mathis’s soft sound.
I fall into Janella’s eyes, golden
in candlelight; respond to muffled pound
of her heart. Her liquid lips bring such bliss,
I adore how her jaw pops with each kiss.
Roger Armbrust
July 10, 2007
