Brooklyn Mirage
Derision drapes its cloak over shivering shoulders
in the twilight of summer
Borne by an ebony sculpture
Entombed in a tempest crowd
Where blue-lights brew uncouth souls
that burn for lovers Unyet.
Escaping by way of mushroom clouds
His shut-eyes picture
the subtle flux of originary arrangements
Displacing the dissonance of overweening presence.
The Emancipating crisis serenades his hips
into a syncopated gyration
Leading his deathless feet into a stutter bounce
attuned by electric rhythms
Unleashed from tables turning.
Awkward stares that last a second too long,
Tentatively invite an ink-encrested,
pale-pearl-white hand to massage his proud-knotted back
Enticing it to graciously ascend up over his shoulders.
My head is seduced to Surrender itself onto a fur-layered, glistening bosom of marble.
I ensconce myself beneath alter’s industrial chain,
Which was only built for cuban linx and rainy dayz.
Derision drapes its cloak over shivering shoulders
in the twilight of summer
Borne by an ebony sculpture
Entombed in a tempest crowd
Where blue-lights brew uncouth souls
that burn for lovers Unyet.
Escaping by way of mushroom clouds
His shut-eyes picture
the subtle flux of originary arrangements
Displacing the dissonance of overweening presence.
The Emancipating crisis serenades his hips
into a syncopated gyration
Leading his deathless feet into a stutter bounce
attuned by electric rhythms
Unleashed from tables turning.
Awkward stares that last a second too long,
Tentatively invite an ink-encrested,
pale-pearl-white hand to massage his proud-knotted back
Enticing it to graciously ascend up over his shoulders.
My head is seduced to Surrender itself onto a fur-layered, glistening bosom of marble.
I ensconce myself beneath alter’s industrial chain,
Which was only built for cuban linx and rainy dayz.