Thursday, June 2, 2011
Breezes Kiss: City June
Fresh excess of city: June air – lush
and hot, an ardent dare – rushes in
to barter with the sun, to be the one
that gets to take the first sip from the lips
of New York’s swift deliciousness: beget
a public demonstration: irresistible
to puny sorts like you and me.
Breezes kiss: a blissful constancy,
they cannot miss, so soft and strong
and longing – blue and gold and green
and gleaming like the sheen of sweat
on skin. Eros glides down Broadway
with a hard-on in the wind: sin-slide!
This is not the day to stay inside.