Pacing

pacing the floor

in my pumps

pulsing the light

in my veins

shaking me down

I am fistfuls of wild hair

and tomorrow

i will still be a pair of eyes

and a pair of tits

and a pair of feet

that take me across city streets

and subway stairs

surging the heat

in my thighs

with hands outstretched

and lips half-parted.