I do not want to hear the word ‘love’ ever again
but I do wish to see you at noon
thirty blocks away from reality
with the sun printed like warm coffee stains across your face
the light cutting through that little cafe window
tinny radio music and cloth napkins
and a wind to slap the hanging sign
to make us curl up on the bench,
imagining the cold.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
I do not want to hear the word ‘love’ ever again
but I do wish to see you at noon
thirty blocks away from reality
with the sun printed like warm coffee stains across your face
the light cutting through that little cafe window
tinny radio music and cloth napkins
and a wind to slap the hanging sign
to make us curl up on the bench,
imagining the cold.
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