When Lucy’s ready
. . . she’s ready.
None of this slowstepping sweets and roses
Cat dance of attraction:
Forward two back one
Wondering who makes the first move
When music winds through a still room
And candleflames tremble on wineglasses.
Lucy wants it all and she wants it now.
Hot breath and steamrollers
On the floor where the carpet’s bleached pink
From scrubbing up stains,
Buttons leaping
Whine of ripped silk
Lips burning lips like arrows in the fire
Straight to the heart of it
And windows wide to let the neon in.
When Lucy’s ready
She’s ready for love.
Behind the Scenes: Here's another of the LA poems written in cafes and on buses winding through the empty nighttime streets of the city, where many strange things can happen.
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Jean McKinney
Writer and illustrator reporting back from the places where the mundane meets the magical, every Tuesday and Friday. Creator of the fantasy worlds of the Moon Road and Sorrows Hill. Learn more and get a free story at my LinkTree.
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