Inside A Heartbeat

I shiver, naked under my cellophane raincoat,
walk in traffic, weave down city streets,
hope this wanton behavior will
flush out a sexy hero,
whereEVER he may be hiding.

A bum on the street corner
hands me a blanket and cardboard box,
never blinking an eye at puckered nipples,
never noticing we sit alone in the rain, or
that the silence surrounding us
is like the inside of a heartbeat.


Pris Campbell
©2007


Art: Sour Noise in Turquoise by Al Magnus
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