Dust off
those stars
and let
them play
hang your kisses
in the trees
and listen
while they bray
cradle the remains
of the day
in your arms
as its breath
subsides
throw caution
like a garland
to the abrupt boys
so smitten
with their pride
wring those
caustic notes
and hang them
on the line
that rock and roll
that you trade in
is much too much
refined
fill tenderness
with the patience
of Job and a thousand
bold bouquets
do not acknowledge
that nomadic moon
until it falls under
your sway
parcel out
those garish neons
the city is not
so discrete
that you cannot
see the love that
covets you
on any given street
it's the ragged
jangle of your keys
it's the jagged tenor
of the times
it's soporific
and sensual
a discourse
meted out in dimes
you intoxicate
the wine
with your lips
in full bloom
but if you think
you've come for me
perhaps you are
too soon.
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