There isn’t a major street
I’ve not yet visited
Along these tracks and arteries
In this city
Where I live
I met Bobby when I was twelve
Tiny little bulbs
Smaller than a fist
Than the ones I saw in bras of others .
I tied with ropes
Just so it can be noticed
Like other headlamps.
I can ring out a song
With a note as shrill as a flute
And I remember,
Those teeth that can do a double take
Like bite and kiss.
I’ve left my limbs
In a game called dance
And other dances.
All flowing freely
In this veins or rivers of blood .


Click Next To Continue Reading This Post

Tagged as: