The apple cart
cradling you in my arms
half-hour on half-hour
approaches debauchery at times,
or maybe it's summer's humidity that makes everything,
however fleeting, sticky
and who should care whether you and i are well
or even if i breathe anymore
we could use a rest from this heavy play
but your frame is honed for humming
my wrist for strumming,
knowing well
things are neither here nor there
your hollowed body, my thin arms,
your strings, my finger tips,
your slender neck, my surrender
our love making is mercurial, mincing, maniac
peaking well and falling back
the syncopation of po' man's poetry
—one bright day when this life is over
i will think of you tomorrow
as i push the apple cart
cradling you in my arms
half-hour on half-hour
approaches debauchery at times,
or maybe it's summer's humidity that makes everything,
however fleeting, sticky
and who should care whether you and i are well
or even if i breathe anymore
we could use a rest from this heavy play
but your frame is honed for humming
my wrist for strumming,
knowing well
things are neither here nor there
your hollowed body, my thin arms,
your strings, my finger tips,
your slender neck, my surrender
our love making is mercurial, mincing, maniac
peaking well and falling back
the syncopation of po' man's poetry
—one bright day when this life is over
i will think of you tomorrow
as i push the apple cart