Evening colours
come crooning to me in the swallows
flying by:

saucers in the sky,

as I wait for the bus

that will go and halt on the wall
in my living room.

The evening is somewhat dull now,
let me hurl a few stars
at the horizon:

I have a dozen in my purse.

All of them gifted by you,
collectibles, kissables.

My tiara princess, the hair-band
is your secret wand.

Ah, my leg, it's
stuck in Grosvenor Road.

So I hurtle back. and loop forward.

Folding memories neatly into my
back-pocket.

There's a Divergence Theorem
gone missing here, volumes
are not going sheet-smart.

I want my nj's.

I could drown in those dimples.

The craters look like a rabbit where I’m standing, and I can’t stand it
The poor thing is stranded up in a cold, frigid space
that’s reaching down to pull out my breath and water my eyes
It wants to **** me out and plant newer seeds
but the street lights have burnt out so I can’t bloom here
and god, I really, really hate walking home alone.
I’m craving sun and company and passion
but when you’re around, it’s a wonderland
The moon pokes its head out and now all the side-view mirrors are shining
dew sparkling and small eyes staring from treetops
And I love its light because I can finally see you
smiling at me in the dark
The crater on your cheek that only shows its bright side
when you want it to
I’m squeezing your hand so I never forget the feeling,
and dragging my heels so this never stops
I’m feeling small but I like the way your shadow towers over me,
floating down the street and away with our breath
And maybe it’s because we’re young and drunk
and just as scared of death but just as excited for the future
And whether that means we’re in this together or not
I’m happy to have known your name
at the very least