Wednesday, December 15, 2010

gloriette

when i say i like your jacket it means
 i wish you were kissing me under it. 
end this fog 

now.

 put up your umbrella and end 

t
his fog. 


i am not going any further. until


now. 

and the tiny holes in the black umbrella 
were the way in which the starlight got through. 
will get through.

 the kiss is juicy and pale 

and pink and so am i. 
and so is us.
 are we. 
is
now.
 is this.