this song reminds me
of blasting it from small speakers,
smoking cigarettes and flicking the ashes into pristine snow,
making it soft,
dripping,
grey.

dancing in the sunlight filtering through the trees,
prisms of light touching me,
caressing my body,
moving my hips to the beat of it,
a short haired girl, and a brown haired boy rolling they're eyes
at my addiction to it.  

"we've places to go
we've people to see"

it reminds me of running down roads
vacant of any other people
flinging loud voices from high rooms,
floral.

it reminds me of a long haired girl,
dipping our naked bodies into
bathwater,
shower dripping down.

it reminds me
of the sunset,
how the world for a few moments
was in eternal dusk,
weary, tarnished clouds
croaking their tired gears,
coughing violently from tainted lungs.

i miss bare-feet on roads,
i miss sharing spirits on the
small parts of sidewalks;
hidden.

drowning in
lilac perfume,
playing hide and seek with our mothers,

we can hide

but we'll always be found.