One night in one city
Posted by Aysha El Shamayleh | Filed under Poetry
That evening the sun ducked its head between the wet and the bent thighs of hills.
With the dimmed down lights…
the city knew what it had to do.
Its residents hurried out of houses in glamorous colors,
shades,
suites,
dresses
and hair-does
to clubs, street corners, bars and pubs.
The city knew it had to make a noise.
It had to make a beat -
For the baby making,
For the booty shaking,
For Mr. Duncan, the drunkard on Orchard and Stanton, who dances out of his shoes,
For my blues.
As for the buildings on the hill,
you could see that the night had transformed dicks into light switches
Turned on and back off.
The blinking of bedrooms was proof of the heaving ecstasy that the sun had caused.
And so in the dim of this world,
On his balcony, a woman walked up to him.
Composing Jazz with her bare feet,
like a gypsy or my midnight heartache.
That night was a special one,
because there was no weight in this world but a see-through shirt on her back.
He pulled her in.
she swayed her low pitch against his upbeat,
Asked him to find his grip on her tempo.
She said, “tonight,
we should dance our cracked hearts into glory”.
He had nothing but memories of Nina Simone from the day before
and black coffee in his stomach,
Hell, he wanted to dance…
Man to woman,
because truth be told
no one but Gaye fans know how to put a quivering end to a debaucherous night behind the grapevine.
And so they danced themselves into dirt.
but there was time still…
There was time to get pealed, naked and sweet.
That night between the sheets,
he took her B sharps into his mouth like two pomegranates.
He told her “this is the end of Stevie Wonder,
because I might run my lips down your harmonica
But today we aint calling to say we love one another.”
She whispered to him in quavers;
“work your grandfather clock pendulum”
he said, “ I want my hands on your hourglass.
Lay your soul between my guitar strings,
And lets make something more everlasting than sweat.”
…And as the last orgasmic sand grain slipped through her frames
they ended,
intertwined on the cold floor like a treble clef.
One Response to “One night in one city”
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Cortney Charleston Says:
August 20th, 2010 at 9:34 pmDope. Dope. Dope.
