Sweet Tag Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Back in the city with the merchandise you've found
That's a prison you are not forced to stay in (but stay anyway)

Intermittent paroxysms of pleasure
A skip and a jump and pop the tab on a packet of the lozenges of pain
This is Miss Momentum and her bag of tricks

Irremovable contact
The sabbatical of adhesive closeness
The reader remains dense

You got me, one hand goes up to signal that you're out
The mandated direction with its order to strike out for new terrain immediately
In immediate fashion, press flesh with a warm sweaty imprint

Pull out of upcoming collision, unsteady pedestrian on Larrabee Street
I've got a reason to think about my favorite feature of you and today let's say that is your smile
I would like to keep this to myself and not pass it on