mySUBSTANTIA Nigra

I SAT DOWN IN THE BICYCLE CLUB

our usual after work wind down.

I sat down at the long bar across from the door

to wait.

The wait brought my mind's eye

to it's knees

when a glance across that short distance

to the other side of the room

was the wrapped tight BASAL GANGLIA

what solved all my urban ruins.

ONE SUBSTABTIA NIGRA

packed and stacked

dressed and backed

byDEWEY

DO HE KNOW!?

SUBSTANTIA mind to mind

like he read me (on time)

entered the club and sat straight across from me...

on the other side of the room.

I slipped down and slid

snaked my way across the mile high trail of the Bicycle Club

locked on his

and sure his on mine

a sip and another step

to whet my tongue against what I knew he had

deep inside

and earlier tried

that ganglia

mmmmmmm yeah

stacked with what every one could want

and me...

wanting it from him.

Close enough to see

I lingered at his knee

hand tap

and fingers slide

across his back

and smile.

Nigra...

stacked

dressed

and prime...

his

deep in my mind

Basal GANGLIA (sigh... deep sigh)

and resting one single finger's tip

I caress it.

Hold it tight for him...

Substantia Nigra

SWOLLEN PAST PRIME

I did not waste time

but from the tip of my tongue

asked him WHY...

Why did he

take my plan down

take it down in threes.

HIS REPLY

"it was to make me come."