Early into the city.
A thousand faces set on-course.
Morning passes the day onto winter's sun.
This city imposes its' own living, this
breath kept moving mouth to mouth.
One continuous pulse. Seeds fall out.
Sprinkled over city sky, breeze whispers.
I like being swept up within greater currents,
drawn up here, there. Faces emerge.
Early into the city, I scatter my waiting,
filling moments, some eyes gaze only onto
thoughts within, beyond reach.
Faces missed, kisses gone, each dear as
those received; unknown lovers lost.
Listen, time gives no choice, just - now.
Brave filaments glow, some whose eyes meet
mine, and wonder, dare let smiles cast shadows
further apart, our steps bring us together
and apart. Love's breath passes,
within reach, given way.
I imagine her breath warm against my ear.
I imagine her step across the threshold,
first kiss home, tender embraces, loving
naked within night's illumination.
Rolling over bedsheets. Yet she walks
past. Another light draws me forward.
Another hundred lovers pass by, chosen briefly.
Tenderness passes like the taste of her lips.
Your eyes make me want another day.
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