Lets fall under the leaves
as we dream of the green feathers
strokes of heart-shaken ooze
erupting a canvas in brightness

We loved from the first
as our hands stroked on a subway
a sweep, that grab of disbelief
the brush of the beginning

The train engaged the rails
as tails of wagons disjointed
in a somber summery promise
at the foot of dreary station

Would you like to know me?
in the beat of the slow pawns
drowned inside the silky satin
as the cocoon of love emerges