Did you think I didn't have you clocked?
(Just before our eyes locked, back about 2 or 3 metro stops.)
You were all chocolate eyes and alba white smile.
The best reason to have to stay and ride the train awhile.
From your brow to your nose tingling down through my toes
I wondered how many shades are they
Before black and white are no longer grey.
By the time you were looking too
It was a good thing for the doors at 42nd Street.
Stepping out was the only thing to do.
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Catch another train On the 'N 'Train Track.
If it's raining at departure - time unrobe socks.
Ya get a fragrant rain-odor. Bathe in rain drops.
Once inside drop your purse and hop in bed sack.
Grab a bag of 'cheetos' and wipe finger on sheets.
Then -
Ruminate about a great Train 'N' nighttime. okay.
Leave sopping wet clothes on the front porch `gin.
In the morning the sunshine will cause them to smell.
How many hours I spent checking out hot babes on the train in my youth.
:-) / R
note: the grey race, spooky
I would catch another tomorrow if I could, toritto.
That's right, rita. Sounds like you saw him, too. Lucky eyes we have...
...the grey and black and white had to do with the contrast of his eyelashes...and the ring around his iris...with all the rest...
Sing it, scarlett!
rated with love
the shame! or was it to avoid it?
I tried commenting on this poem yesterday but OS was having one of its fits
RomanticPoetess ~ a rush of reflection, intense and quick
vanessa ~ no shame, no shoulds...any longer and it would have just gotten silly...tu sabes como son los ojos picarosos con algo mas...un extra plus no se que...
Alyssa ~ merci, mujer!
"I wondered how many shades are they
Before black and white are no longer grey."
infinite.
choose a shade, but never
get committed to it as a permanent thing.
black is back.
gray is
the way of the world.
green is kinda popular,
but ya cannot beat blue
Don't get off! Don't get off! Don't get off!
Please stay for the adveNture!
mhold ~ the adveNture was better between miradas. Tu sabes que los ojos no lastiman...
Thanks, Little Kate ~ the tracks do that to me, too...don't know why...
"..., as a way to get loose from, but still dance around, those background metaphysical beliefs that push outward on to the page, as a song, prose, love letter, whatever. Maybe it's that new take on something ancient that lets the spectrum of emotions hum..." (catch-22)
here deterritorialized
in a look between
desconocidos
deleuzean
ojos gris
matiz
Saludos ~ Poetisa
I.I. ~ desconocidos derretidos. In eleven words in your comment, at least eleven worlds whorl, unprotected and perfectly wild.
J.P. ~ Next time you find yourself freestylin', there you'll get a hold of it.