Love and traffic -------------------------------------------
Love and traffic
This is not about a woman
You might think that way
In terms of male and female
Of love and traffic
But I don’t
You might think that there is more something here
Something in the spacing of words
Something you can touch
With your finger tips and understand
But this is not art through womanhood
This is not masturbation with textbooks
Paper does not speak for me
Dialogue separates action from narration
Giving a voice to what is not there
Stop lights burn all across town
And bring men to their knees
I can now watch the back play of emotion
Trickle down between your shoulder blades
And end up somewhere on the floor
There is something there now
A stain on the carpet
In the shape of you body
But only parts of your body
Other part where lost in the back seat
When the red light hit
There is an insight to be sought under beds and in closets
Something unknown about sour smiles in the dark
And arms wrapped around cold shoulders
A wet feeling colliding with your day-to-day life
But this is not about a woman
This not anything I know
This is about you
And the chemical reaction we started
I liked that line. I am not too sure ed-zachary what the write is about, but it gives a hint to those subtle "looks" people give one another in traffic. Those, "I wonder if he/she would 'do me'" looks, ya know? But most people in traffic are always going some where and never have time to get an answer to that question, HA!
Submission Name: Love and traffic
