figure out the mysteries
of the universe...
six in a bowl in Sarajevo,
seven minus one
in a bag in South Florida,
all without arms
to hold each other
from afar with dreams aplenty.
last one in a lap
on the elevated train
in West Loop,
where it is waiting
to be eaten,
its succulence
never forgotten.
choice is a tricky situation,
especially with many beautiful possibilities,
legs and hips and collar bones,
plus the smell of a neck
never to be misgiven.
penetrate the will
to deny,
dark all over again,
it's all I want
on the Summer's end sidewalk.