Jazz

From Toni Morrison's "Jazz"... tell me if this isn't one of sexiest, most romantic and beautifully written paragraphs you've ever read.

I was reading and I stopped and went back and re-read and said "wow" alone and aloud.

"A colored man floats out of the sky blowing a saxophone, and below him, in the space between two buildings, a girl talks earnestly to a man in a straw hat. He touches her lip to remove a bit of something there. Suddenly she is quiet. He tilts her chin up. They stand there. Her grip on her purse slackens and her neck makes a nice curve. The man puts his hand on the stone wall above her head. By the way his jaw moves and the turn of his head I know he has a golden tongue.

The sun sneaks into the alley behind them. It makes a pretty picture on the way down".