I bust­ed out my sax­o­phone last night and played it for awhile. Since my gui­tar skill has plateaued for the time being, I thought toss­ing anoth­er instru­ment into the mix might increase my skill-to-hours-prac­ticed ratio. Since I have a tape deck now, I can lis­ten to my blues method tapes that I’ve had for so long. My jaw and tongue and lips are sore. Oh yeah, got­ta write a poem.

A bit on the ghaz­al. This one isn’t specif­i­cal­ly erot­ic, but it might be sen­su­al in the broad­est terms.
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