“basket”

cool cat, you
lazy-grinned sweetheart
sultry-sipping Houston’s alleys
as if you’ve dipped
your old-fashioned glass
into the smoking skies
and had your fill
of all this city’s
messy marvels.
Ay, I’d join you.
I’d wish again for the
sugar push of lips
to cigarette smoke, my
ash tray smudge on a
clean white shirt. Bad
boy, hole in the heart
devil of a
joy

But I basket
all your sweetness
in my arms.
And only the love
of summers and
angels
can kiss the
heartaches
we hide

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