sub/poetic

Gypsy on the
upline, go time – shake your bangled wrists at me
don’t let go sweaty hands eyes you should explain
what you’re waiting for since
i’m struggling with a half-star job restless
every lonely midnight wondering --
you stand so still, throaty husky bared like a
Secret
dare or something
- you’re not telling
nose pressed against the window,
Cut throat (laughter
would echo but has nowhere to go
inside outside arms like Sheb a
i thought you might have something wise
to say    but you lost me at
Goodbye      ) too soon