sitting next to each other
on the enclosed
front porch
at three in the morning
watching the massive rats
walk the flood wall
as the plastic bowling ball
and
tumbleweeds
blow up and then
down my street
I toss a cigarette in the air
and it flips in the space
and lands backwards in my mouth
bringing a smile to her face
I light hers up…
then mine (we roll our own baby)
as we gab on and on about
Worcestershire sauce
forty one sums
bowling
and Uncle Oral
and it’s a damn good time
I place my hand to her thigh
and she covers it with hers
as we sit so very close to each other
while the music comes to us
from another room
and although she likes it
louder than me
we still get along famously
and tonight
she will arrive again
and I’ll greet her at the door
with a smile
and the promise of a ghetto parade
down my street
after the crazies go to sleep
and we will
enjoy the show
as we smoke our stuff
with one single candle burning
in the corner
the building across the river
remains dark
no human shadows polluting
their windows
which would freak us out
terribly
but tonight it is safe and cozy
and when we rise from our chairs
she’ll head off to wash her nicotine fingers
and I will flip the record over
as I wait for her to return to me
I slightly scratch the record with the needle
…this always raises my blood pressure
but in a second I hear the familiar
sound
of that tasty bass guitar through the speakers
and I realize
that I am happy
happy with the vermin procession…
the loud bowling ball
and
the totally fish out of water
tumbleweed
but mostly I am pleased as punch
that she wants to be here with me
and when she arrives in the living room
finding me slowly grooving to the tunes
I softly press my lips to her ear
and whisper
soft promises
promises that I certainly intend to keep
and now that the trains have become active
the bridge shakes from the weight
of their jostling
and it is loud
so I please my baby
by turning up the music
and grabbing her arm
to make her dance with me
every night with this woman
is a good one
but
tonight may be my favorite
the song fades out
leaving us arm in arm
still slowly moving together
and she winks at me
I smile
and go into her neck
for a good lingering kiss
which is certain to make her melt
…just a bit
she grabs my hands and begins walking towards the bedroom
where stuffed a stuffed animal
will be pushed off the bed
to make room for these two
amazing lovers
the night will
open up
like a beach umbrella in a
hurricane wind
and we will take it all in
on this fantastic Friday morning
we fall asleep
spent and thrilled to be together
as the sheets beneath us are just happy
to be warm below us
and the alarm clock slowly
makes its move towards
light
blakekathryn
pixelskylines
dailybridgerton
jbbartram-illu
annaxmalina
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