HER BACK IS TO ME AND I CAN'T QUITE FIGURE OUT HER NAME

She’s at the juke box.
I’d like to be behind her,
put my two hands gently
on her hips
and press
my cock
into the crack
of her skin tight jeans
feeling the sweat
the grind,
slow,
slow, so
slow
the jump
pulse
the sticky
circum
stance
for the 2 play
quarter.


Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1979