sir cherry lane

roberto santiago: sir cherry lane

I remember your hands and the taxi driver
watching: us pressed up against that brick-wall.
I remember the way his hands slithered [unbuckle]
as your Garden of Eden Apple-bitten kisses
snaked from my lips and neck to my chest
and belt [knees buckle]. In that night air,
you genuflected gesturing gingerly.
Newly knighted.

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