her morning breath steals thru the window,
along my neck, arousing my d-
ay too early, she purrs already, pulse
rate up & climbing, sheets damp
with sweat from warm nights,
we are gypsies, in a 10 x10 bedroom n'
to really know a city you got to sleep
with her, ply skin with your finger'n
get pas' the grit'n touch her interior
without fear, round the next corner
a stand sells fruit, but fondle it and
you're buying, see that white mess
pigeons left, you see shit, to me its
nature art & homeless, nuance or
nuisance, they jus' people, could been me
hungry, hundreds deep for two sides
and meat, the junkies and freaks
don't wait for night, every one's an artist
even if only with their bodies
sidewalk, WALK, DONT WALK, taxi
each day she rides me til evening
when the cooling metal balcony
railing chips paintmy grip'n
her eyes open slowly, sparklin as the
sun sets, blare-in horns & in ten thousand
voices, hear her scream
mmm...she kisses me
and i weep, for this---
my city, she
an easy lover
without many takers.
Today for Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub, Claudia is hosting and bringing us a pretty amazing prompt. Looking for some inspiration---show up at the Pub at 3 pm EST and see what she's got brewing.
Also submitted to Poetry Jam.