Just Sayin'

"Fuck with me, Bitch"
that's what pimps say
to get a thang going

Cuz they know what we all
know, if only feel in the odd
moment of confused arousal
a brush against a stranger
a closed-eyed, stoned-out moment
at a Sly & Robbie concert,
what-have-you

Fuck with me, Bitch
implications are endless
all we need's an invitation
moment filled with drunk confusion
"arousal" they say in circles
tiny tiny circles

Cummon we all know what it means
the arch of the back in the tiny backseat
a concession we've all made
one sweaty afternoon
one rainy afternoon or another

Fire trail to ecstatic satisfaction
like a bush that burns and burns
yet never produces
never scuffs her Louboutins

Park rangers none the wiser
skirts and shirts readjusted
knowing looks
run deeper than coal mines

through neutral gray
down winding blacktop
mountainsides reduced to
ribbons of silent satisfaction
clusters of tiny humans

damp from precipitation
or other machinations
hope likes hands held tight

this moment will last until the end
this body
these times
our minds
across the tiny picture

a moment shared
and lost in
necessity
future now our present
eyes still hope to see