I leave the window open at night.
So the lilac breeze can find me.
So the sound of the music from the Saturday street
Can keep me awake and then put me to sleep.
I greet the dawn with a heartfelt unknowing,
And watch the clear sky opalesce.
I scribble a name, from a lifetime ago,
I repress, I confess, I obsess.
The girl at the coffee shop knows me.
It's the same order every time.
In the back at a table with wobbly legs,
I prevaricate with rhythm and rhyme.
As the evening pours in with its violet succor,
An early edition and a glass of merlot.
I'll meet you in bed, the logophile said,
After my lover and I dance through argot.
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Lavender and Leather
PoetryComplete: Sixteen short poems if you like interesting words or if you just like to think about love, lust and operating on your exes in a surgery hall. Don't worry - it's just a metaphor. So: Let's disappear together In the universe you're making; I...
