Metropolitan Tide
The strange fragrance of modern buildings
Hot street lights dazzle larger than most stars
Purple silent moon looms over jungle traffic
Sounds of strong edges of people and urban clamor
To be in beautiful soft neighborhoods at night
The city in my hand
The night will leave at dawn but
the feeling won’t
Casual pain of anxious thought of longing to be
Out there with you in the dark.
Love Parade
I remember my first time making love
to a girl I liked.
The feel in her thighs, ripe to the touch.
The quickness of my hand across her back,
her goose pimples tickled like salt from
the sea air just after a storm. Eyes the
light of a full spring moon.
We threw each other against the wall and
climbed on each other like a ladder.
My feelings for her were big and alive.
I felt like a creature. She was quiet like
her mother’s garden with very little to say.
When we said goodbye I came to kiss her,
but she turned her cheek to me. My last sight of her was
as she left, her mouth soft, wide, and affectionate.
Outside a parade marched through a city
street consuming my feelings of
longing and loss.
Black on Black
Outside my sleeping house,
Between the black asphalt street
and the deep black starry night
A late comer
To Mr. Sandman’s sleep-over,
Drags in at 3 am
Singing:
I have a crush on you, sweetie pie.
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