Walking on a windy, late night crooked street. I call to my city, To play that soft bassline beat. The one that captures, The red shade from cheeks. Tonight, I step with ease. Fresh oiled springs, Bring a bounce, back into my knees. Full moons are a flourish for the freaks. Yet in this dark veil, only loneliness presents a hand, To dance with me.
I bow at the honor. Emptiness is just the face I need, to imagine, A smile that never takes its leave. In this heartbeat of a dream, Moments mirage, and recreate my most cherished scene, from Our midnight movie marriage, when the space between, Was only the frills of your dress and, The stitching on my jeans.