Todd met a girl

[Steve]

Todd met a girl
With thimble
Nipples
With lips like
Toppled saucers
Sweetly
meeting in orchestral white noise
slipping secrets to him in the apartment lit
parking lot as we stared china-eyed.

I writhe through your shirt my fingers ache with anticipation
Your eyes as full as the moon spill over me and I whisper in your ear
*I thought my grandmother wise to teach me to sew*
Your eyes burst wide like a lily with befuddlement and eagerness-smile-
Tender tips trace and tap a wild nipple…
We head blocks home
Leaving Tom to his asphalt stage
Parking lot spotlights

Weaving through allies
Dodging cruisers
Drunk we sway to the movement of the stars
And slowly we greet sleep
While never getting home.


*note:gave up on aligning them

[jen]

in my opinion, the first stanza of this poem contains the best 9 lines of poetry you've ever written.