Passion

 
I have found
the perfect flight of stairs
to throw you down;
antique rosewood, steep and narrow
your curls and smokes
would shatter in mid air
as legs flounder
trying to land
those thin feet aground
Silk shirt, jeans and bone
would tumble down each step
like laundry toward the cellar
at the bottom of the stairwell
you’d lie bruised and broken
then you’d look up at me
as we’d finally exchange
our last “fuck you”
 

 

copyright 2001, Frank Messina
 
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