Wrench

Wrench

The squish the squelch the too intermittent splash
Heart wrenching pain of drainage
The dreams the dust...gusts of banishment
And then
The fall of greedy sloppy pebbles sweet wet kisses on the patchy pavement.
My heart in the air....turning like mystical gyre
The haunting pull and the push of destiny.

You are taking up the path...I ensconced
in the narrow inner fringe, ducking
Low canvas awnings of little shops.

Because you don't mind sheltering me...
You strut on the outside...smiling wry chivalry.

Your shirt drips and turns soggy...
Fire in the far blue sky svelte smoke in the air
I'm not here anymore
But traipsing around the horizon
In a see through moon blue gypsy skirt
trailing opaque violet flowers.

And without looking I can imagine your slow warm smile
That can bake the cinders of my afternoon...
Coaxing inside cozy tea parlors.

Prince was never in search of Cinderella
It was she who splashed in her grieving wake
Looking for love floating on the mucky water
Filling her fancy glass slipper.

Rain drenched, He wrenched and pulled my hand
Closer to his chest custodial hostage
And finally
my gypsy heart came home.

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