Hot/Cold

In this fevered
New York Minute
Of an afternoon

The air
Invigorated with heat,
Ecstatic with heat,
Courageous, charging into traffic
With heat,
Perilous with heat

Humidity
A stalker,
A crazed lover
Bitter about rejection,
Just can’t let go,
Texting
“I want you, need you”

But we
Are running super chill
Mobile electronic
Caffeine,
Cold brew
On ice
In our veins

So we’re red hot
And blue cool
And don’t you forget it.

 

For Tantalizing Tuesday Tete-a-Tetes

19 thoughts on “Hot/Cold

  1. I always thought a New York Minute was quick, but not with that kind of humidity. LOL
    The rhythm of this has the feel of finger-snapping and that sass at the end just shores it up. Love the jazzy feel!

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  2. In the city, nothing’s ever really pretty.

    Sweat from humidity sticks to flesh like slick oil clings to grime streaked alleys.

    Your tough boy persona comes through in your poetry. Living in New York, one has to develop a hardened husk. So gangsta! 😀

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