Luca Brasi
you are
you were
you will be
you will
fill my need
the sexuality
of poetry
the true kiss
of inspiration's lips
not of
the body
but of the flesh
the air you breathe
you breathe into me
with my perspiration
in anticipation
orgasmic words
perhaps abstract
and absurd
towards
total
disbelief
that concrete
shoes should sway
me
disway me
weigh me down
so in the end
tell the boatman
to ease me in
it seems Styx
and stone will
take my bones
as i swim
with the fishes
perhaps i might
bump
into the
lost and found
of
the body
of Jimmy Hoffa
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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