A poem about sex and chocolate...

I’d fumbled fat fingered on the words
Sentences falling flat, spent and clumsy
Confessions of drunken letters misarranged
Blunted by effort to pen the way you filled me
Dirty mouthed and lipped like an angel
And you alone, the one bright chord
In a world filled with smokey pointless chatter
And bars filled with faces that almost look like yours
Till sixteen suits blew glittering horns
And poured their sweet discord down on me
Like stars emptying their secrets
So everything before the coda just became
The sound of stray cats tuning to a minor key
You. And they reset the clock
Both opened the door into colour
I get it now
Finally found that word
Your name is Jazz