Poetry / Random - Sep. 25th, 2005 at 7:51 PM

Fall is here. She sulked in last night like a piece of wet, damn clothing leaking the cold into your skin.
If you are visiting the area bring some thing to cover your body, I can only do so much.

I listen to Etta James and think of you. Every day at work I play her and remember. Cities always keep their secrets, and the yarn of my tongue is wound tight. When I kiss you again I will unravel. It will be a journey through undercurrents and unaccessible jewels. A subway trip of covert desires. My memory of you hits like a train and leaves a similar wreak. I could cover you quickly, like the shuttle from times square to grand central. You have this polarity, pulling you between our legs. I don’t like to think of you as a Yankee’s switch hitter. You’r more than this, and less than mine. The next trip may leave me with more than silence, but your smile can never be more than a gift shop souvineer from city I would like to live in, but can’t seems to find the means to make it work.
You are some delicate dessert, I savor the taste and keep in my mouth for days.

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