2.22.2013

Thursday


then,
there she is,
having been waiting,
I, nervously, stand uncomfortably
myself,
as she sways to an
unknown beat.
And I sway to, not knowing
exactly what is going
on.
The subtle sweat,
people from nowhere,
bodies tear at the walls,
the crowd
becoming an entity
in and of itself,
eternally whole,
as the creature eats away,
like the winter’s
bitterness,
at the truth.

I can’t wait
any longer, the music's
sped up, leaving me
a beat behind, and you (she),
the woman I’ve done the
waiting for, the beat that fits
the gap, the lips that
fit so nicely with mine,
my hand in your flawless
hair, the music stopped
for a minute.

Your eyes full of night,
and tepid
enthusiasm,
sensually aware,
asking for it,
again.

The music in the stars,
an empty green
plastic cup,
everything as sensual
as two figments of my
imagination,
fingering their way through
the dark.


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