the night

another Saturday night and the city lights shine brightest
in the cool weather of a late spring night, the clickity click and clickity clack
of dress shoes leaves and echo in the drowning broom broom of Saturday traffic
the pretty girls of the LES all dressed in short short and short skirts
their beautiful long legs balancing their weigh on the rabbit ear shoes
that will spark the loins of an unsuspecting yet wanting wanton boy
the libidinous energy that soaks it all thickens the air
and all the boys and girls, gay and straight and everywhere in between
rush up and down the avenues, crisscross the streets
everyone, everyone is looking for release
and love sits waiting to be absorbed, fertilized, noticed
love is love if even for a momentary eternity
the lofty minds of the automatons lost in the moments as well
"you can't choose who to love, but you can chose who to be with"
the sage words of the lonely & dejected resound heavy in the heart.

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