23 September 2009

Rainy September



Old yellow telephone on the windowsill,
bottle of surplus gallery wine, an after thought
late september, rains come, go by the city's sea
the city sleeps and breathes with ease
we dream of sweet things in white sheets again
love you slow again, holiday rain day glow
dance leaves, guide the drops to rivulets flow
down love, got to go, there's this lace leotard I saw...