An Urban Affair

A daughter is born           

out of metal and urban fornication;

bred life into inanimate women,

children, and young men.

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Bistros and cafés

wrap corners in the way

you’re swallowed by the signs

            concerning your consensual love.

Mutually developed

musings drive every step

running over the cobbled street

that hurt your feet

            and you love it

            and you love it.

                        In my city I’d let you

                        lean on me.

                        Take your shoes off,

                        clean your feet.

The subway wraps

sandcastles and tiger tails

around and around

‘till we all get dizzy.

(and you love it

as do I)

-Grant Durando

8/9/12