Under Garibaldi 's mocking shadow

Under Garibaldi' s mocking shadow

We sat sheathed in the elms green semidarkness
His marble back with letters on Italian seems saying
I seen it, felt it , not surprised by reaction

You near me , studying people in the park
Yet me just studying your reflection, composition
The tired eyes, the slouching pose of fatigue
Please turn and look at me , giving the attention

I am here bathing in the nakedness of the perception
Dissected into open,innards raw pieces for inspection
Hungry for smile , thirsty to taste sweet and salty kisses
Squeezing closer till there no space in between us
Aware of your thigh touching mine in the attempt to send
Indecent proposal to pursue it further right here on bench
I am too bold or impish appetite got better of my senses
Do not care for answer to this question, nor for passersby glances
All i need is your engrossment into my world
Good man Garibaldi will be watching

by Margaret Gudkov