trumpeteer blues

the concrete beneath us, cracked and overgrown
warmed and fertile from the sun’s multitude of beams, we raced
fast paced, each heart thumping louder-
pumping thick hot streams of young love’s ardor
childish blood, which jumps and sommersaults in our viens
and many an artery- hardly have we ever thought of what to do
when the sun goes down, and the mist rises. the street light’s flash
one by one, in unison. we escape them, as only we could- or would
for any matter, forgetting realities prior’s, promising with each latter
that we will digress, as we undress in alley’s drapped in shadows-
homeless we fall asleep in eachothers arms, warming by means of skin
moist secretes exchanged between creased lips, we blow the hot air
like angry whales jumping in dark blue seas, we sing
to eachother, similar to the man passing us by smiling
with brass incasing his- almost a kiss, harmonizing with the night,
fingers dancing on the notes, exhaling winds of sadness and love.