When my well lay dry I met a girl from Christian Science
On the streets of Dominicaville where the boys buy a thrill
Watched her Chelsea
Quarter past coquette androgynous doll oh how hot this city
Burnt umber skin legendary women of poverty glow within
From St. Nicholas onward brown bombshells Paquito’s well
She tripped up along sidewalks neighborhood bodega queens
White sister sashay put to shame this low income housing
Along these stairs much violence have come before then
Whistles in night green air gang-rape gambling at all hours
Inside this room sparkled doom her words ignite holier light
If beauty were lollipop I’d drink champagne glass lemonade
Raise the heavens from her heart ravish bones from flesh
Through these moments spent bent on spiritual philosophy
I pay attention - become overwhelmed by desire yet I resist
It’s with respect I listen and imbibe essentially relinquish
Submit all I was forsaken power I possessed hereby gone
For what a blessing from a nymph my Friday night romp
What body did I have left certainly none existed below
Didn’t know if a push out the door consummate on floor
Somehow I still felt much needed passion cry for more
Couldn’t commit at best meaningless hug throat parched
Along avenues wolves did prey eyes venomous pale limbs
Collapsed warm beer tongue hand’s throb begged for God
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