The City's MistressA Poem by Miss PrinceMy love poem to Denver, ColoradoSo this is how this poem’s gonna go: I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna believe that every word I say Now you don’t need a reason to, just know that what I do up here of what I do when I’m not with you. Now this story’s a little complicated, a little confusing, where I’m coming from. Okay, I represent the 3 0 3. And that’s Colorado, baby. But more specifically, Denver " or maybe just 7 minutes west of it. And I love him like no one else. Denver dances me across sidewalks and tells me that as long as I ride He sends me in square circles Whether by 8th Avenue or Blake Street, I-25 South or Colfax East, Denver never lets me flounder One of my lover’s masterpieces South of Colfax " They are within walking distance of each other Vinyl. Now I love Vinyl a little less than I love Denver, Vinyl is my favorite of my lover’s creations In the basement, On the main floor, the best house, techno and trance tracks And on the roof " is where you can see my city. You realize that your heart beats You feel that the fire pits, the bars, the VIP booths And you feel Denver’s embrace around your ribcage But that night, it was hot and sticky " and I wasn’t looking for a man to help me work off my stress. They played a Michael Jackson tribute set And during a Pitbull song, A gift, I assumed, from my longtime lover, Denver, This beautiful boy stood before me and smiled, He was tall, white and adorable. Wore glasses and had a gorgeous smile. The bright orange band on his wrist alerted me and his breath when he kissed me confirmed my suspicion. But his kisses were different. Not anything like Denver’s. No, Denver would throw you against brick buildings, press you against car doors in brightly lit parking lots, He was a rough lover " but Joe, my lover’s gift, I found out soon afterward " after my number entered his phone " that Joe was not one of my lover’s presents. You see, Joe was from Albuquerque and was only in town for three more days. He had the voice of an angel and was trying out for American Idol. He danced like a Columbian, He wasn’t a Denver child; He didn’t know how to wrap the hot air around you He didn’t know the significance of Colfax, But as Joe leaned into me the next night, Sure, Denver could feed me, clothe me, and put a roof over my head. He could keep my secrets secret, But he could also beat me, He could entice me to spend And I needed more than that high now. After flirting with cities all over the world " St. Louis, Chicago, the Twin Cities, Florence, Madrid, Barcelona " I saw that Denver was my one true passion. But no one can stay a mistress forever and I needed something more than a club scene and Cherry Creek shopping. So as Joe wrapped his arms around me, and told me I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, © 2010 Miss Prince |
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Added on October 1, 2010 Last Updated on October 1, 2010 AuthorMiss PrinceGalesburg, ILAboutBesides attempting to write something amazing, I dance. I live in a small suburb with a bunch of people who are in character 24-7, and it's pretty hard not to have something to contribute to the rest .. more..Writing
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