Lips in a New Orleans Side Street

 

Touch me with your kisses.

 

Arms lock around me

And against the door

Of green corroding paint.

 

Corner eye catches

Spot Ursalines and Decatur.

Neons fizz lights

Past your closed clutching eyes.

 

Breath after breath

It’s only your lips.

Feet killing shoes

And emptied wallet

Fall away in those lips.

 

Don’t stop, just kiss.

Kiss me, then kiss me, then kiss me.