St. Louis Woman
In a warm-lit St. Louis night
You drew me into a flame.
Monday at BB
Your loose-knit top
Stares me in the face,
White-velvet
In a black-silk cage.
I call for Monk and a tango.
Catherine D. Snow
Comes up fast—
You're hot, girlie!
On an afternoon of morning
The dark is rising.
They’re here.
Do you feel it?
You lay cards,
Look for signs;
You drew me into a flame.
Monday at BB
Your loose-knit top
Stares me in the face,
White-velvet
In a black-silk cage.
I call for Monk and a tango.
Catherine D. Snow
Comes up fast—
You're hot, girlie!
On an afternoon of morning
The dark is rising.
They’re here.
Do you feel it?
You lay cards,
Look for signs;
The Second Child,
He is the reason.
You’re tired.
It won’t be long.
He is the reason.
You’re tired.
It won’t be long.
Comments
Post a Comment