His tracks stopped at the site of me
For a moment
Vice grips of paranoia had me stuck to the Flabush sidewalk. Until a smile made him PacMan's twin
& Beautiful lips the color of a shadeded rose blooming/boom recommendations that i sha-shay on the concrete runway in winter sun rays.
Strong yet gentle arms make us new best friends posing for an instagram moment of fabulosity.
A source of sudden excitment for the bored shop keepers.
As quickly as he appeared he was gone
Fading into the fog like a winter mirage
C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com
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