Hot Spots Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Little lamp without style on a small table
Black and white lovers contrasted by fate
A stair way in the Bronx
Brownstone working class dreams
She loves the buzz where art was created
Where change came through like a storm

Pollack said, “Nature is in me”
Art is in me my darling
Maybe not enough for you?
I have become quiet and serene
Vibrant and inquisitive but at peace
I never want to see you unhappy

You want hot spots that I will only visit
I want you and your wine collared toenails
I want sex 5 times a day in my old age
Love certainly is letting go
I never want to hinder you
Go to your hot spots and find Hemingway

I’ll wait, Viagra does wonders