Man by the Midnight Alley
Leather bites wildly at the wind,
Smoke and quick breaths freeze steadily,
A starving lip is bitten sharply.
Nervous fingers dance through loose change and splitting lint.
Red rimmed eyes flick over brown, yellow, and pavement.
Ticking time and maddening,
Wind flaring over sweaty flesh,
Soul snapping in impatience.
His eyes were pain,
Shocking stark and gleaming,
Glowing dark near screaming.
Bleeding need and breathing want,
Every footstep a possibility.
The drizzle soaking through tempered flesh,
Desperation sweet and throbbing,
Gnawing with jittery teeth as he waits,
A shivering child in disguise.
Leeann Mary-Lucille Larson
Copyright ©2008 LeeannLarson
