' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' I Want To Be In America! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

First
one
foot

then gingerly
the other


steps
from
the swivel


chair
to the table top

where blindly you
fiddle with the slats


caught - now - un-caught -

still sleepy
I turn to see you

naked against
skyscrapers

& mewing like a kitty
stuck up a tree.

'Help ne... help me
down! '

as the swivel chair
spins around and

away.

You look so
good

I look
twice

before taking
your nakedness

in hand

lowering you
gently to the ground

& then ever more
gently to the bed.

You purr

Outside
New York
continues to be
New York.

Times Square
...Time Squares.

The sound
of kisses

overcoming

the traffic's
roar.


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The Sheraton New York & Towers Hotel...midnight...Christmas Eve's eve.2009