New York - Portrait
I see a sinister fog
Skulking on a furry paw
Between the gloom of trees
There is no law
To uphold a falling pants ...
These had exit not too long ago
The pants sag to the knees
Permits given ... if you please
Walking like that ...
I see the city wire tight tonight
Smell the loud aroma of her skin
Lasciviously naked
Tenderly seducing my eyes
Barely clothed
In fresh garb of old gospel
I am no Samson
This is a trap for delicious expectations
Of her chartered hell
I join the anonymity of pain
Feeling the hurt latent in each move
It's a hard rhythm rapped in sorrow
The music is not shallow
The heart vibrated with plastic intensity
I am learning to walk through
The throbbing cinders of despair ...
It's just like a bog
And we tiptoe on paws of the fog
There is so much necessity
Defining each movement here.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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