The Streets Are Calling Us Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Streets Are Calling Us

The streets are calling us in,
Revelers with the cashs, and our heads, sinks of despire and alcohol.

Like unopened parcels,
Withconcealed surprises,
The propensities for undress,

The voluptousness of temptations from the young hookers,

We danced to tunes of happiness,
The songs that teased with these promises,

Occasions demanded the rabbits lusts, our cravings for the flesh,

Here we are cohabiting,
Senses with meanings,
And losing altogether the dances and the steps.