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a poem by Tony Nesca
CEMETERY LOVE
Her long legs and my gin rummy heart
singing in wild night chorus
firefly beating the piano sing-song.
my fingers following the curve of her ass-cheeks
slight moan she's singing softly
"play it nice baby, do it again and
once and forever
let me hear the broke-man running."
i hear it, she cries, I hear it
lips like waterfall honey
space between her legs sweet and long-gone
smile deadly and forlorn lover-man be cruel,
tender rough and heavy metal laughing she sings
the guilt-ridden hip-hop
the 9 to 5 subservience
that trumpet blowing the late-night indecision
that undying cemetery love giving you
the last Stetson hurrah
of my
most beautiful
dirt-dug-deep
late-night memory.
singing in wild night chorus
firefly beating the piano sing-song.
slight moan she's singing softly
"play it nice baby, do it again and
once and forever
let me hear the broke-man running."
lips like waterfall honey
space between her legs sweet and long-gone
smile deadly and forlorn lover-man be cruel,
tender rough and heavy metal laughing she sings
the guilt-ridden hip-hop
the 9 to 5 subservience
that trumpet blowing the late-night indecision
that undying cemetery love giving you
the last Stetson hurrah
of my
most beautiful
dirt-dug-deep
late-night memory.