Tuesday, April 29, 2014

that city



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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