Undeserving Promiscuity

Who comes from the dark to the light,
approaches an entrance to my veins
and asks for an extended hospitality?

Are there birds, words, and bullets
capable of fitting inside my alligator mouth?
Where's the harmonica player,
the shoeshine box and the newspaper boy,
who took time to freeze Manhattan of old?

Take the back of my tree into your garden,
open the orifice and settle your heart.
Justify the kiss of the dogged moon
and the flower embedded on my chest.

I am ready to dance when the music starts,
bring in the muses on a yellow checkered taxi.
I have the horse's breath delivered to your door,
permit this servant to pour a jug of blood.

©DW2005
July 21