love the fluid concrete city
cobblestone cracks spring rivlets to the Sound
warm wetness washing the piss off Pike Street alley
cleansing in holy preparation for the new day's bums
the sex of saxophone following me up the hill
bouncing off the stone glass scrapers
stalking like the ghost crying to be touched
Seattle cityscape Needle rising
605 foot hard-on standing proudly over the city's crotch
draped in the perpetual gray of our wet womb
I breathe you all in
salt air, wet concrete, Space Needle and saxophone
my olfactory buffet
feasting at the senses like an adrenaline overload
I draw you to my lips like a kiss
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1 comment:
"crotch" worked better than "pelvis"... more raw, unapologetic, and real. Love your work...
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