I left that city just after Taurus moonrise, it was so early
it was still late. We sauntered out the side door; I was still shoeless and you
were whistling and I laid my head on you in that cab and listened to The
Temptations and felt my heart widen and
reach across my chest to let you in, my blond curls across your lap, a
delicious unfolding
That city is one hot humid jazz tune, tickled my spine, made
you want to drink
Dumped us at a corner to pray for a 6am taxi, had us
fighting in one alley and kissing in another
Woke up lazy and wanting and reaching
Had me dancing with a little girl who wore my bracelet
around her wrist, told her in a whisper to never forget when she first heard ‘Grind’
That city stole my shoes and taught me how to suck a
crawfish down right
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