Everything sounds divine
with a hint of you and some red wine
had to Google a few places
to get to the lines on your faces
the Virgo in me is awake
can’t sleep in a cold lake
next time around in another lifetime
you’ll meet me at the drop of a dime
at Strand in the poetry sextion
drinking doubles at the W Hotel
a sexual addiction
fuck the shows and the shops
water and cheesecake drops
don’t need WiFi
for my way into the deep entry of my silent sigh
for the true artiste in moi
wants a glimpse of hotel bars
not merely sheets
drinks and sliding beats
we won’t come up for air
you better just sit there and stare
at my hokey pokey naked dance
you’re sure to be in a sick trance
I think there is more at the museum
but I lost my way at the lobby
lost my wallet and my mind
still I never lose sight of your kind
and rough verse
your silent twisted curse
it’s a gift I know
sometimes I’d rather not put on this show
but the need overrides the logic
and the rush of words so tragic
hitting the ground
in a lovers’ exhaustion
another round
of love with no caution.
Changing checking time
to another poetic rhyme
so we could capture the sunset
and let go of the butterfly net.
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Love it 🙂 <3
Thank you! 🙂 xo
Always.
I’m back…(back)…back in a New York Groove! Great work Chrissy!
Thank you Jarrod. Yes. New York. xo
Do you know that song by Ace Frehley?
No
You will have to check it out then! 🙂
🙂
Yes. Know it. Had a brainfart! Xo
🙂 No worries. Thank you again for sharing this wonderful piece!
Curtsy. For reading.
[ Smiles ] A very provocative piece.
Great New York rhythms, and so much going on in there, just like the city.
Appreciate the comment. Yes, my mind was jumping all over the place and just like the city, rarely sleeps! Thanks for follow & visit.
but the need overrides the logic
~
simple needs
mixed with complex thoughts
So true. Thanks for poetic comment, always unique.
Thank you.;)
yes! says this New Yorker 🙂
Thank you! Means a lot. Xx