he touches me
the way a poet does
so
i am not sorry
your queen is unwed
back page transvestite hookers
and bad coffee
you are a spanish flu
with fifteen million dead
one daisy blooms
through the sidewalk
a tie on a doorknob
the only image
not too filthy to snap
how happy i am
to gaze through
the prison of your head
i fly freely away
further
until
all is said
2 replies on “after you”
dirty elegance….shines out of the murk…I love your writing
And I love yours, David…thank you for being here…