She's stuck like Caesar <br />stabbed in the back <br />by the Senate; after all, <br />sex is only dancing. <br /> <br />Are you afraid of God? <br />She says <br />her pounding femoral artery <br />keeping me awake. <br /> <br />Broken blood vessels <br />bruise purple as <br />vulgar plums, shocking <br />white flower contrast. <br /> <br />The eyes of the city flick on <br />in gathering dusk <br />like little shining kisses. <br />I watch the leaves <br /> <br />that fall and echoing; <br />the clocks face sinks <br />at your arrival; hands <br />outstretched to meet you.<br /><br />Tyler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/julius-caesar-3/
