Christopher Stephen Soden paints a picture of sensual satisfaction in this quiet Brooklyn poem.
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somewhere in brooklyn
another me is
listening
to billie holliday
nursing a pipe
sipping
makers mark
steeping
in a tub
of deliciously hot
water steam clouds
thicker than heaven
muscles unwinding
a guy with pitch
black hair and coke
bottle glasses kisses
me ferociously
as if nothing else
mattered somewhere
in brooklyn regret
is a country
I have never seen
dense soup with garlic
balsamic vinegar
and pungent ginger
graces the air my heart
brims and tears
sparkle from the alley
a ragged tomcat
serenades us
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