Saturday, October 28, 2006

chico's door

i rather like the alley, behind el chico's kitchen door, it
has a flavor that enthralls me, scents that bring my twists
and turns, i've bought its darkness for a nickel, and a song

it is a place with special murmurs, makes a calling at
the dusk, and knows when i'm aroaming, hears my
footsteps til the dawn, and knows that i'll be bearing

gifts, will leave some alms for those undone, i'll follow
in your shadow, match your steps, slow one by one, kiss
you deep when you've gone sleeping, soft as a shudder

in the cold, and you'll have no other lover, i am come
precious to your heart, but i've a dance that can't be
broken, steps with names i can not change; i rather like

the alley, behind el chico's kitchen door, but it begs a
heavy ransom, we've a pact hard fought and clear, that
i will come with honor, praise the wars that i have won

and leave some minor token, just a bauble or a tear, or
a thing that i have come to cherish, here, at chico's door

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