A Beautiful Night
Moe Russ – June 12th 2020 – Poetry
Hands shoved deep into his pockets
She thought, “They belong in my hair”
Shoved deep in his pockets.
(It’s the question of ownership…
With hands shoved deep in pockets
He owns himself).
He stood above the bed
Rapturous and disbelieving
Knowing this couldn’t be
And she heard him thinking
As he was losing himself “This is a Trick.”
Two, much life
She wanted their specific belonging
His hands on the back of her hips
Pulling her solid
Lips on lips on Breasts
Pulling open her thighs
To make more love with his mouth –
Which you can’t do with your hands shoved in your pockets –
She heard him thinking, I know I am right.
Justice is hands in the pockets
He said, (as she didn’t scream and he didn’t flee)
That nothing had changed.
And she realized those words were rising
To join the fall leaves, float away and decompose.
As the wind moved across a clouded autumn moon.
From the southwest
On a night almost like Missouri
A beautiful night.