The Point by April Meehan

[mirmusing.livejournal.com]

Will you say then, Moira, ah México
as hot amber sippèd, slides like sunset
into you? So many happy hours go
by, looking for men you haven’t yet met.
It’s two for one time and you’re agavé
eyed, lime lip’d, full hip’d, salt sweat slick, alone,
sweet and rip’d, panty hose running. You say,
Madre de Dios, I should go, head home.
Only, José beckons from the bar—one more
for the road, barkeep—and it’s two for one
time as he (a stranger) walks though the door
reeking of musk and mammalian fun.
Stilettos stab cobblestones, waking the day
as fog licks the lip of Thames and Broadway.

Comments

[veronica-milvus.livejournal.com]

This is good - not heard of this poet before, thanks for the post. I'm a bit confused by the reference to Thames and Broadway - doesn't sound at all Mexican...

And that may well be the point

[mirmusing.livejournal.com]

She's a very contemporary poet - won a poetry competition in 2011 with this verse - smiles M