Sharing mb’s take on the prompt –
the
evening dewy with tired city rain
bustling
streets hurried people
with
other people in their lives
to call
their own
to be me
my only desire was to be
held by
strong warm arms
will you
be my protector
watching
patrons coming in and out
sipping
my sharp pop rock ginger ale
i wondered
about nineteen thirty seven
thoughts broken
for a second naked man
runs into
traffic but he’s o.k.
my eyes
sleepy mosey on downward
bei mir
bist du schoen
serenade
the Andrews Sisters while
women named
Hazel with a hyacinth scent
sip their
gin rickeys wiping their lipstick off the glass
in the saloon
there are men reading the LA Times
yet
others share lively union talk
then the sapphire
eyed mysterious stranger
raven jet
hair and a dead maus t shirt
taps me
on my gothic shoulder Mary Pickford’s
angels wink
at me as they…
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sex type
screw buddy
lid loose
should be some feeling
so no
thanks
lover
extant!
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