We lived up above this alley cocktail bar in San Francisco
The patrons stood below our fire escape and listened to us make love,
smelled the spices in our food, and saw the colors of our underwear.
I always spoke to the morning stragglers as I walked to the train for work.
They always proclaimed their love and appreciation as I helped them up from the curb.
I smile and we laugh as they question who am I.
I just want to see you home I always reply, but in reality I just wanted to set them apart
from Murial on the wall. The work of art outside my window that drew me to this yellow
alley apartment where we dance, cook, scream and remind each other of the power of
imagination. But the people are just as apart of the beauty as the colors on the brick,
they keep us focused on reality and what we have to give to get.