A beautiful city that drags me forwards
With clouds so thick
And skies so blue
This city is weird, indeed
With a sun that hides
Most of the time
The streets here are filled
With a damp caress
Most of the time
It’s ok the sun doesn’t dictate
With it’s rays so golden
Most of the time
I drive forth, into the northern hills
With their peaks white and green
Most of the time
Did you hear the sound of the rain that night?
Did the screams of desire reach your conscience?
Did you wind up those unwound dancing shoes?
I laid the ground with fresh rose pedals
Strewn with the hand of wicked intentions
I scented the very edges of humanity
With such lust tigers dull in comparison
Did you catch the faint wind blow upon your face?
Did you hear the footsteps upon your roof?
Fueled by urban rush
Styling through leftover plush
The balanced hair left a little smear
Sexy walks and glaring looks
No, we’re happy in these shoes
Give me blood
And I’ll ask for scabs
Give me cocktails
And I’ll ask for napkins
Give me rainbows
And I’ll ask for the rain
Give me eyebrows
And I’ll ask for the lips
Give me hair
And I’ll fray it everywhere
Now we’re happy in these shoes
When the day comes to close
And the wind comes to settle
The eyes adjust to darkness
The summer fades to fall
When the boots leave dust tracks
And the rain covers them up
The nose smells the presence
Of something, much more than air
A peace fell over
The laundered land
Streaked with turmoil
And sun dried rain
Dust rolled
Laundry lines sagged
But blew fruitless
Like weather over land