The Fifth Floor 

                                Teresa DeFlitch

 

 

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Come in from the cold, where I can turn your face around,
     my love.
Come above the late cityscape, hear the steady dat-ti-dat
      radio jazz
beat in rhythm with the rain, see the ladies struggle with
      umbrellas, my love,
into the above, for a while.


Come into this room, say again you farmed earth with your teeth,
     my love.
Come taste and roll from your evening, see fingertips trace
    streetlight
glow madly in rhythm with the rain, let me hear you say again,
     my love,
into this room, for a while.


Come in from it all, know again the time when the jellyfish stung,
     my love.
Come sink above in wasted time, point to buildings behind you
     tops
pulse with a fog of a thousand fleas, let me help you know again,
     my love,
into this place, for a while.


Come away with me, where I can turn you inside out, my love.
Come above soaked news in air, hear the steady tap-di-tap
     footsteps
splash bending into space between, see the ladies all disappear,
     my love,
into this life, for a little while.