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City of Saintly Lust

A poem

Yellow dresses and black barnacle
Leggings that left no crotch unnoticed
Cruises stuck behind tow-away truck
City of fasts and city of lust
Pretty boy in a crop-top skirt
Passing conversation lighting smile
White bell bottom and seventies chic
If only she could have been masculine
Barbecue blowing foggy smoke rings
Striking tall man shirking connection
Mommy dear muddling translucent
Caught unaware by sudden attraction
Trying hard to ignore my existence
As he swiveled to mariachi magic
Spinning a web of saintly lust
In the city of St. Francis.

©️ Siva Raj, 2023