e.e.c. and baker's dozen

Every Tuesday night I listen to WFHB's Baker's Dozen. I like the program for the jazz and ballads he plays. He knows his music and will always play my requests. I think he expects my weekly call and anticipates what I will request. Then he plays one of his own, usually something that he knows I would like.
Last week it was Ellington's "Daydream" and some Cole Porter. I also requested an old favorite love song called "You Go to My Head". He promised over the airwaves to find it for this week.
Lilly and I were bathing by candlelight, a nightly occurrance for us while listening to his program. After the painfully long Lotus promo (yawn) he finally got around to playing some tunes. Mine was first. The second, a Billie Holiday tune that was out of this world

For one moment I felt like someone was doing something amazing for me.


my girl's tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress, good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
like a white shocking wire, when she smiles
a hard long smile it sometimes makes
gaily go clean through me tickling aches,
and the weak noise of her eyes easily files
my impatience to an edge--my girl's tall
and taut, with thin legs just like a vine
that's spent all of its life on a garden-wall,
and is going to die. When we grimly go to bed
with these legs she begins to heave and twine
about me, and to kiss my face and head.