TS

59th

I gaze beyond the tedium

above the played out words

romancing from page to page  

  

in that corner nook on 59th    

a poets grace  

bows amongst the masses  

endearing an unending sensitivity  

held fast in every heartstring strung  

   

I hear it playing over and over in my mind  

the sounds so soft and sweet  

tumbling with love, compassion, and care  

   

I delightful, sense it all  

unearthing wisdom in each breath  

caressing the silence    

and my body, of work  

   

while the world turns ever faster  

   

you kiss the lips of humanity  

undressing me every slowly

 

each syllable, each word

some spoken, all heard

 

heart tugging heart

reveling in every part