Black breeze pulls strangers’ marijuana smoke
Between deck splinters, up our nauseous noses;
Night brings to Cherry Street a symphony
of multicolored voices, tires tearing wet pavement,
Urban wind whistling through metal sheets.
Under the too-sweet-cake smell I stay
Because you stay with me. It forms a fist
In the back of my throat, but I stay
Because you stay with me.
Black silhouettes behind your slanted shoulders
Lean in, spread lips into each other, know;
Night brings to Cherry Street a subtle show
Of red neon signs, bursting beams of headlights,
Christmas strings suspending us in a yellow glow.
Your lit eyes, innocent, watch me watching them;
Your mouth smiles sweetly. Blush rises on this pale face
as it turns away, that you won’t watch me watching them;
Your mouth smiles sweetly.