Across America

April 20, 2012 at 9:29 am  •  Posted in Poetry by  •  0 Comments

On a heat-soaked night in July,
the pulse of America
can be found throbbing rhythmically
in back seats, alleyways and run-down motels.
Sweaty bodies,
oblivious to the formalities
of race, creed, gender and ethnicity,
glisten half-naked in artificial twilight,
writhing and twisting
in a tangled mass of limbs
and hopeful denial.
Hands grope and fumble for meaning
but find only foreign flesh
made familiar
by the penetrating proximity
of darkness.


Poem: Across America © 2012 by Shawn Radcliffe / Branáin

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