I drive home
I like coming home alone
Through the seedy city lights
I love this freedom
The city I call home
The streets lay open
Waiting to envelope
Like a seductress in the night
Ready
To sway
To stray
To lead you and others
So many
Astray
Because we can
And we should
De linger
Unhinge
Slip out of these clothes
And onto the floor
And lick
To lick
To slither slide slick
Juicy venom underneath
Fishnet stockings
Satin floors cold
Tile titilating vibrating
City of truth
Of tryste
And suck
And breath
I hear the breath
As I slip under the covers
And wait for sleep
Of you to come home
Both comfort safe
Instead of testing
This fate
YOU ARE READING
For When The Revolution Comes
ŞiirMou Ghose returns with poetry of oppression, loss, and despair which often end with the silver lining of hope - because the revolution is coming. Copyright Moushumi Ghose, Los Angeles, 2016 - 2018
