A gift for the host, my permission to land -
Champagne for sunrise, as could only have been planned.
The all-night lock-in; whispering late, the breakfast date.
Just smalltown lust, but why give it up for drama’s sake?
Months from now, all will be said and done,
Fresh appetite earned, from ballads tearily sung.
And I’ll search white noise again for something special,
Until passing faces burst into beautiful blooms...
No matter how improbable.