homeward bound

sundays // quiet coffeehouse

"hey asshole, let's meet"

        i'm glad you've come to that premise

                the rain its slick

                     and so narrow

               staining the streets,

                  i would shelter you

        but here we are 

                at coffee dropping hello's

          and following the pack

             to high ground

i would

keep

my

scarf

wrapped

'round

my

pretty

head

from melting in the rain turning to snow

        but little did i know

          i should have given it to you

to keep you from turning the snow red as strawberries

        these fall days you'll never know, here we go again

                to define a relationship whose particular lusters ferry

                        us together, i don't see an end, but if you bend i'll know when

to go.

i like the way you smile, here in this quiet coffeehouse

        despite you arguing with me, that is the cornucopia i offer