Steven Adelman

Talking To Myself Again

You sit beside a man & woman
In the cafe
Drawing a cigarette;
Drawing the lines of her face
That disappear under the shade.

Here there is a town on the mountain
Sweating in sex
Diverting Eye Blues the kids
Parade with their heads down
Biting their nails waiting for texts.

You find no interest in the plague of university ego
So walking thru midnight
You have a home
But you have no where to go.

Now the pillars of her legs
Shine thru a gap in the bookshelf
The bottom of her ass introduces itself
Go find her young soldier
For not we know the treasure yet!
Open your white hands, cup the dream as it ends
And drink down your life of mysterious pleasure

Topic(s) of this poem: honesty

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 26, 2014

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