she feeds him greens

and she feeds him greens and cornbread pours a beer down his throat gives him a squeeze and a kiss and sends him on his way

up the hill

to his rooftop overlooking his goddess anchored below

who spins him into her soul whisks him up into a froth browns him on the edges sprinkles him with cinnamon slides in a candle lights it up in ways that simply

thrill

him that gives him that giggle gives him that grin makes him squirm like a worm makes him meander like that ol’ momma moccasin moving through the swampy soup back home coming to just eat her up

one long slow bite at a time

til she’s inside him

beneath his skin

way down within

mixing with his blood swirling like two feathers floating down down down dancing twirling two ballerina going round and round all the way softly oh so softly til they touch ground

sweet blue green grass

she look so good in green she do

and she feeds him greens and cornbread pours a beer down his throat gives him a squeeze and a kiss and sends him on his way

up the hill

to his nest on the hill

just up the hill where he can still hear her breathe where he can be in two skips and a jump maybe only a hop skip and a jump

just in case

maybe if

just in case

she jumps in her sleep just in case maybe some interloper should enter her dreams should disturb her sleep should tip toe out of closets and whisper

boo

he’d be there

lickety split in a heart beat in two shakes of a lamb’s tail in the blink of an eye

ain’t no mountain high enough

and she feeds him greens and cornbread pours a beer down his throat gives him a squeeze and a kiss and sends him on his way

up the hill

to get righteous to breathe his own air to lift his arms give thanks to the god of serendipity who seems to deal him decent hands who has been quite generous who has thrown a couple of teases yeah come on pull on the inside straight but who this time has dealt him a most wondrous hand all hearts to the queen he’s going all in all chips on the table

because why the fuck not

up the hill

to get righteous on the rooftop that overlooks this fair city that overlooks this town his town he is yertle the turtle he has dominion over all he sees and he sees cruise ships the lovely oriana into port on a saturday night back out to sea on a monday night lights all ablaze all the tourists drinking tax-free liquor bought at duty free the ballroom cranking up the slots all waiting to reach the three-mile limit

and he sees the golden gate bridge and the bay bridge all lit up like a christmas tree and the embarcadero and the transamerica and the hills are alive with the sound of music

a little figaro getting his blood to boil

an urging

from just a look over her shoulder she says now you don’t mind just a dab of bacon fat just a dab a do you don’t you know

don’t he know oh don’t he know oh can it be the voices calling him

sitting on the couch lounging bowl of greens torn off piece of cornbread little bit o’ molasses kicking back doing the chit doing the chat that got sprinkles of glitter makes them all a twitter the dance of words like a texas two step of rhyme and time

ladies do and the gents you know
it’s right by right by wrong you go
and you can’t go to heaven while you carry on so
and it’s home little gal and do si do
and it may be the last time he don’t know
and oh by gosh and oh by joe

and the dishes get done like they do

and she feeds him greens and cornbread pours a beer down his throat gives him a squeeze and a kiss and sends him on his way

up the hill

and prays he says he sings oh don’t let it be over let it just keep on going on and on and on and all that