Lounge Reflection

Hip-hop is a salve
Hard edges, steely glares
Firm beats, driving rhythms
Easy to get lost in the freestyle
Submerge one ’s self in
Bassy effluence of subwoofers
In all the thuggy homage
And posturing bluster-
I find myself pondering softness
The curative of a first touch
Curious wonder in initial questions
Quiet panting of spent expressions
All born from a timid, “Hello”