Midday Midtown

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on May 6, 2008 0 Comments

I'm trying to read
Here, in the sun
in  a midtown plaza
Tucked among towers.

A black fly has landed and
sits, confident,
on my book.

The reading isn't going well;
you keep invading my thoughts.

I haven't seen you in weeks; no, months.
I fear you don't love me anymore.

We may still have a taste for each other–
we'll know soon.
You'll pick up my heat,
and I your scent,
We'll be at it again.

That will suit for a short while
but it won't quell
your thirst for woman
nor mine for love.

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