Last night I dreamt
of slick black streets
reflecting the glittering fluorescents
of New York,
a flaming tar mirror
over which we motorcycle-burned,
pillion style,
my body melting into yours
(medusaskitchen.blogspot.com, June 9, with photograph)
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I really, really like this poem.
It has a sharp, harsh sensual tone that I feel I can relate to and somehow desire at the same time.
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