She drank me in slowly
Then licked her lips
Over the discovery of
Dry pity
I smiled in return
Tickled in her conviction
That it was me she tasted

The man on the corner scowled
As I walked towards him
His eyes flickered like a lamp
Prepared for a power outage
I switched direction

He wanted to break her
The cycle of electricity
Spooning him
Forking through me
Knifing his insides with
Termed coils

We walk in this way
Down unusable streets
Mocking one another
Like birds
Unscrupulously proving
That seeds are the
Privilege of fools
Who sing