With the Window Open

By E.N. Saint

With the Window Open

Breath for breath, nuzzle and stretch

My West Philly block on the edge of its seat

Saliva and sweat, til nothing is left

Painting; remaking these ratty bed sheets

Onward and inward, nowhere but now

Writhing and sliming as our bodies meet

All of our neighbors can hear every sound

We’re the corporal pride of 44th street !