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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