Cappy's Cafe

Cappy’s Café

Slim pure forest dark
Sweet in your prime
Glittering jewelry
Spiral bracelets
And shining earrings
Double strands of
Deep blue beads
Transcendent
Immanent
The goddess
In matter
Sitting straight
As the sacred oak
Whose thighs are holy
Specifically in this instance
Outside Cappy’s Café
As you uncross your legs
Under the glass table top
The contents of the shadows
Superluminous in gloom
Flesh and fabric whatever
Desire permits
Your skirt the city
Your tender frame
A creeper on
The brick wall