Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn: Love Doesn’t Smell Like Lubricated Condoms Opened By A Stranger

or
more credit card debt
in soho

Missed Connections Brooklyn

Borough of Lost Boys

or a long run
from yourself
at the y

or well whiskey
on a black
black(ed out) night

or awkwardness
getting caught
staring on the train

or the bodega guy
knowing your favorite
ben and jerry’s flavor

or forgetting
there’s something else
working dawn til dusk

or desperation
to see someone else
in that reflection

love smells like

breathing deeply
alone
noiseless
ok

love smells like

spooning
with that reflection
eyes closed.

Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: Frankie Leone makes no secret about his identity on the Brooklyn MC and his writing brings to mind NYC days that are long gone and buried.  More musings can be found at Borough of Lost Boys. No need to be afraid, he’s just a man.

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