» poetesss : 28. "Commuting to make love" for @mikacooper
Commuting to make love
What a dull day without tea
and something filthy.Fluorescent coquettes, the lights
wink, blush pink and dim the deeper
you go…When the doors
seal shut with that disconcerting
alien/familiar sucking sound
you’re off through a Freudian
dark tunnel, rushing alone thinkingof that first moment you won’t be.
One half, a crescent moon with a bite
taken out. The arrow that quivers,
waiting to be buried. The red line
thunders and the shocks register
via morse code to pubic bone— the person
across from you biting down a frown,
feeling the swelled exterior, stretched
taut outlines of their overnight bag…
