My view through the glass falls on street.
While I am wondering I wonder Am I framed well?
A Faye Dunaway-inspired tableau, perhaps?
My eyes want to follow the red convertible,
The teens fumbling with new grammar
For their flushing passions,
The shopkeeper simmering over her damaged tomatoes,
underneath this neighborhood's Sword of Damocles,
A traffic light blinking a steady red.
While I am wondering I wonder Am I framed well?
A Faye Dunaway-inspired tableau, perhaps?
My eyes want to follow the red convertible,
The teens fumbling with new grammar
For their flushing passions,
The shopkeeper simmering over her damaged tomatoes,
underneath this neighborhood's Sword of Damocles,
A traffic light blinking a steady red.
My other Mind, quickening in desires.
Slanted sun-shade awning, let my
Eyes be hidden.
Sun, polish the curve
Of my leg, like a marble to capture
His inner eye.
Bring him to me as a rivet, for my breast is thick,
and plated.
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