“Her Lips Are Copper Wire” by Jean Toomer as read by Phil Rice with bass. 

 Painting is “Bronzeville at Night” by Archibald  Motley Jr. (1949)

Jean Toomer

Her Lips Are Copper Wire

whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes

telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate

(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)

then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent