Sunday, June 23, 2024

From Your Neck, Please

Walking down New York City
Someone left their door open 
xtansy enters, or codeine 
Seconds turn to minutes
Anticipating the peek, unusual for me
My eyes already glued to the brick wall leading up to the door 
Get a glimpse of a gore girl 
Focused on whatever she’s working on 
Sounds of a typewriter being used 
The door frame made sure we stayed on track
No second glances
Why didn’t U tell me U were home
Why didn’t I invite U to coffee 
Crumbs from my croissant for you
Your neck for me 
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