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======== lepadahxxx says to you ======== ======================= Forwarded Message =======================
Free these city streets
beneath her feet 
burden by concrete 
sky tower, tenements, pigeons perched 
gutter rats dwindle from the light
there's something kinda beautiful here
to early rise 
a yellow ball east of China town 
off broadway and the bridge buckling down 
the city illusive . . .
with no ninjas just chaotic chinese
chopped into Bruce Lee videos and wind chimes
continue to ring in dingy take outs
doorway standing nursing a plastic container
rice noodles, baby bok choy 
ribbons of steam twirl upwards 
inhale, blow, sip . . .
pabulum to a dawn soul
leaving here would be breaks away from insanity 
suicide, sexual romper room 
maybe this time . . . maybe this time 
they'll let love win
between the two them
thru a crying breeze 
into the bayou of Antee's youth 
made of sugar tea, liquor lemonade and women so free 
you'll find the love in your food
she love to taste colors
that of the moon
some blood red
some sunny 
some blue; blue as your mood
some black like a storm cloud
pink like tomorrow's promise to you 
love the sound of his hard pluck
of a deserted guitar
biting bits of raw honey 
off her black berry lips 
kissing into broken french 
he conjured up a dance 
in audubon beds of foxglove flowers
late noon to swinging string 
falling at the hem of her pinafore 
flirting peeks of brown sweet thighs
chasing after the moon in the Louisiana sky 
maybe this time 
maybe this time
she'll let love in 
Just maybe this time she'll let this love win 
 © 2012 Lepadah
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