Quiet strings and a long walk beneath the rain bring me to you where I made up your mind to say yes so many times like today.
Newspapers and breakfasts and lost girls in cities and black jackets on chairs beside your dress….
Ankles and silver strapped heals tipped to one side where the night fell where the horizon was lost between sky and sea and right and wrong or was it morning…
Forest Nymphs and fairies and dreams that we remember in spaces between the night and the waking crackle of subway trains and the gentle calm caress of the wheels spinning into this day with my umbrella at my feet and the black layers of fall on my shoulders.
Say anything…before the tea drops melt into the dark denim thighs of another day lost.