… and you do your do, nothing behind,
nothing ahead, nothing aside. Nothing.
City breath. Up to you. Past. Present. Future.
Deeper. Fuller. Lower. Senses edged.
Amazed by globed pelvises. Thank god, it exists!
Vagina. Forever globed. … your do.
Egress noble. Else, is crime. Morals.
Open --- make it out. Open --- make it in.
… and he doesn’t have teeth, yet you smile,
he makes you smile --- face of happy and no worry.
His escort is young and of tempt. She.
Gorgeous. Up to a world. Black. Fifteen.
Retorts in angel-laughs. Hands held overtly.
Bulging stomach. She got it. She got… him?
Eye ties are split by a gawky stop at a red
Light making her read a bus ad… AIDS
… they are used to it. No tears, hands… clutched.