nakedemperor
Senior Member
My Tennessee Williams baby doll
on a hot cast iron fire escape, hot as
glass as a moldable solid;
leaning over the rail, all in white
because love is borne of sweat and fire escapes
and cast iron boundaries:
a white-gloved touch; always
a thin veil of satin between us (holy palmers).
But I have the Cajun fire in my belly
and saints have lips, parted, moistened
to accept life's garlic and gumbo.
STELLA beneath the surface STELLA;
Ella, the patron saint of hot
night and day
night and day
Mack the Knife, my delirious hindbrain,
hiding out in fevered dreams:
sating himself on her while she sleeps
while I sleep.
Yeah, St. Ella, you dig?
And the A-Train is my favorite because
the A-Train is my train;
Between 59 and 125 in August
the tunneled heat brings life back to Harlem;
and Ella's so hot the heat sits back
and listens with the rest, the Apollo;
she's making the Sun God sweat.
Watching a lady sweat wasn't ever so hot.
Oh, lady be good, Watching a lady sweat wasn't ever so hot.
on a hot cast iron fire escape, hot as
glass as a moldable solid;
leaning over the rail, all in white
because love is borne of sweat and fire escapes
and cast iron boundaries:
a white-gloved touch; always
a thin veil of satin between us (holy palmers).
But I have the Cajun fire in my belly
and saints have lips, parted, moistened
to accept life's garlic and gumbo.
STELLA beneath the surface STELLA;
Ella, the patron saint of hot
night and day
night and day
Mack the Knife, my delirious hindbrain,
hiding out in fevered dreams:
sating himself on her while she sleeps
while I sleep.
Yeah, St. Ella, you dig?
And the A-Train is my favorite because
the A-Train is my train;
Between 59 and 125 in August
the tunneled heat brings life back to Harlem;
and Ella's so hot the heat sits back
and listens with the rest, the Apollo;
she's making the Sun God sweat.
Watching a lady sweat wasn't ever so hot.
Oh, lady be good, Watching a lady sweat wasn't ever so hot.
