The Windy City
We climbed so high that day-
Recklessly in love,
I straddled the Sears Tower.
Burning desires drove us shameless,
mutual heat tore through
our bodies
Like arsonists, we lit Chicago on fire-
yet again.
Hot sex and history making;
twisting tornadoes
spinning wild in the
windy city.
You called me beautiful,
I deemed you so very
Midwestern.
A girl with the gypsy upbringing,
handing out labels-
Ex-husband guy.
Rebound guy.
One night stand guy.
Italian guy, ciao.
I never settle-
not even down.
Not again.
Not yet.
We've yet to meet.
poem by Robin Bennett
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