I understand for the first time
the slow workings of addiction
filter through every opening.
Breathe as you watch him:
Sloped shoulders, flat back, barefoot
cradling his polished creature,
easily Mingus revived.
Eyes closed, leaked thoughts:
Mystery of glowing skin, cool, sauntering high-heels,
slight steps, a dance.
Labor, sweat dripping
unpredictable foreplay on a Thursday
an odd synchronization
($10 at the door)
thumps eager instinct strumming Spanish tunes,
slapping truth released
my misgivings unbottled
lucid pain translates beauty
callused fingertips plucking "Big Girl's"
carved belly turned
earth tones and his unexhausted moans
spindling into air, my ear
Heavy thick gut strings he strikes and then-
Watch how he supports her elongated neck now,
supple smiles, jostling, slight kiss.
Steady rocking convinced notes
fuel his sweet addiction.
And I sit there
to this lovemaking.
© Kimberly A. Castro