Take You To Brooklyn Poem by Harlequin Rose

I.
He said
'When you think of me, what comes to mind? '
Red roses in the summer rain
uncut
because they're so beautiful where they're at
haunting the courtyard
outside your old address
you want the truth
because we do our best work
when we lay bare all of our remarkable emotions
and so...I confess


II.
'Take you to Brooklyn? '
yells the cabbie
and gives me a smile that chips at the Berlin Wall
of automatic refusal
he says it again
'Take you to Brooklyn, sweetheart?
I heard there's a tree growing there
and the fresh graffiti drips like a sacred heart
from every cornerstone.
Take you to Brooklyn, honey? '
yeah baby...take me home.



III.

In the mouth of madness he is a song
a man made beautiful by longing
he's all over me now
he loves to stand in my way
in all his green-eyed grace
so he steps in front of me
and catches a bullet in his teeth
to protect the lump in my throat
again, he hands me roses
and apologizes to no one
he takes my hand
we are Brooklyn bound...


IV.

He takes me to Brooklyn
in a checkered taxi cab
it is night
so shadows don't mean a thing
though they fall slow
and weigh heavy on my eye lids
I don't mind
I recognize the smell
of what used to pass for home
my city muted by a storm
it snows
beauty has been caught lying
to an audience of echoes...


V.
and then it was day
To this Brooklyn man
I am as beautiful as Christmas morning
again he takes my hand
who knew the Devil could slow dance...
he feels different in my arms
than he did twelve nights ago
my sincerest apologies
for the way this game has played us
but I can't let him go
so my 'sorry'
drifts along the length of his spine
and pools like dreams
at the small of his back...


VI.
'Take you to Brooklyn, miss? '
He smiles at me
and as we lay
his tongue touches
the tip of my imagination
I love the way the candles light his face
'Take you to Brooklyn, baby?
I heard the living is easy
and the silence is absolute.
Let me take you to Brooklyn, love'
yeah baby
take me...soon