Summer Blues, Hungry Night

There’s music on the air tonight
People walking by
Chased by the nearly imperceptible breeze
The heat makes everything hazy
Like looking through tears
Or the gentle rain the sidewalks are begging for
On hands and knees.

Someone is making a guitar weep
Fingers drawing out such beautiful, exquisite pain
The notes crying through the concrete canyons
Lingering in the folds of skirts
Dripping down in beads of subtle honey
Rising up to find the stars above
The bland, poisonous city light glow
Trying to make the moon blush.

There’s a scent of good sex
The kind that leaves a wreckage of sweaty limbs
Riding just beneath perception
A thick, roses current
Raising up animal hairs along arms
Now looking for waists or other convenient handfuls
Heartbeat metronomes slow time dirty dancing
The taste of lover’s blood
Leaves a craving on the lips of the mouth
This night is
Open, panting, hungry.


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