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dark desert highway

when I’m on the road, running away from a woman,
or trying to get to a woman, I stay strictly in seedy motels.
I wouldn’t feel right in a place that has class. there’s no

meals in a coffee house by the bus station. strong coffee &
a grilled cheese sandwich. my mug topped off by a waitress
who’s gained some wisdom in her years of servitude. catches
me glancing at her uniform where the buttons are undone,
the white of her bra peeking out as if it were my business.

she knows the lies a man will use to make her feel like
slipping out of her dress is the right thing to do. but maybe
in her heart she’s a gypsy like me. maybe she recognizes the
knowing in my eyes, & in my hands. my fingertips gliding
across the electrons on her skin, finding the spots that will
make her moan ‘oh yeah right there!”

tracing insistent nips on her shoulders & the back of her neck,
my lips burn for it! & hold me baby, hold me close, as if this
were once & never again. (sure I’ll leave, but I’ll take a piece
of her with me.)

call it two strays in their naked reverie, stealing a poem out of
all that is lonely.  call it sex if you need to brand it.

but in my vanity, it’s a sojourn into passion that needs no name.

…at the window, the curtains tremble like a Bavarian waltz as the
wind blows in from the desert; the moon paints a silver tint into the
languorous glow,

and as I watch her sleep,
I will write something romantic & sad…

(Art: Damon Loble)

Written by JohnFeddeler
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