Hot City

Hot City
With the blue jazz
Burning under the street
The heat
rising from the street
in waves
Waves
Waves like water rolling off your body
Like words rolling off my tongue
My tongue rolling off your body
My Words written in Water

Hot
Hot City
Hot city nights
in the park
after dark
with no light save
those long hard lines of
grid line white down below
cutting through the tenement houses at night
cutting us down to our souls at night
our hot
passionate loves at night
Hot
Hot city

Your fingers running through my red hair
My blue eyes on your blue eyes
Our red lips locked in passionate bliss
The red light
The blue light
red light, blue light,
RED LIGHT, BLUE LIGHT
Run
Running from the blue lights
Running from the heat
Running hot,
Running hot, hard and wet
My clothes falling off my body
Your taste still on my tongue
The sweat rolling off my body
Your taste still on my tongue
Hot
Hot City
Hot City

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