Cocktail Sweat

Dullard orbitals on strings like stage
lights in the rafters
red patio bricks faded by the years
burning cigarettes
roaches as Creation's servants run errands over
the midnight wet grass
joy filtered by untrimmed hedges spills
muted into summer's sleeping suburban street
a calico cat on quiet pads pauses
casts yellow eyes, carries onward
her midnight mission

cocktail sweat and slippery silver smoke
translucent black dress
my eyes tracking again and again the
long legged elegant wraith shrouded
patina of her incandescent skin
an inescapable magnetism pulls my
gaze crawling over her with
imaginary fingertips
the exposed sweep of her
the swell of living chest
cleft of her spine
crescent moon spinning in my empty brain
desire reanimating me like I am some
cartoon man floating in her wake
star pilot helplessly lost in the azure
a beautiful sky tonight not afraid to
fall, to die
hungry to touch her.

TA