a.m.

morning you've never been my mistress

i conquered you for the farmers and

for sleepless nights after call

sleep has been my lover

scorned sometimes for dreams of the day

i love the sound of the birds

the warmth of the sun on my face

but i'm much more attracted to the lady of the night

towered lights and romantic dances

streetlights that silhouette everything and

make it beautiful

i remember the quietest night of my life

losing my virginity to my first love

she slept in another bed for

appearances sake

and i slept in her bed

my dreams like an anointed serpent

a city boy sleeping in a hood of mansions

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

WOW!! Love it. I became caught up in those lights.