autumn pistol; love story
by wolff
yearning for warmth in your hand
as the wind passed by
the first thing i saw was your eyes
my heart thumped like a glorious band
playing music the soul remembers.
come to me, hold my hand
don't feel for warmth
read the poetry written for you to dance
i closed my eyes became wind for you,
flying close, whispering in your ear
i found my dearest
your heart was dark
and i brought the sun
in my hand it felt home
until the night gave way to dawn.
i'm the bullet to your gun
you pull the trigger,
and still
it feels like we've only just begun