I pretend
not to notice…
upturn my mug,-
tilt through vapors
a brow –
fingers
quickly strike
folds from my shirt -
gathered restless
in anticipation
of you,
casting the room
Golden,
pulling a chair
a glimpse forward,
as lips draw eyes
~ in ~
pupils invite
intimately
in the coolest
slightest
manner
to your room,-
impressionist
ceilings
loosen
my tie
overhangs
the counter’s edge –
scales
stories high…
reserved
the ways youve seen my city -
Eclipsed
sudden to breath
this nightlife-
your dream
on the tip
of my tongue
~

08/06/2002

Posted on 08/06/2002
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