Gorgeous Queen Of Mitchell Street

How lucky the street

To get to kiss the soles of your feet

whispers….

            (You could walk all over me)

                   …because it is written in parentheses

Should concrete

                Consciousness, gain

Become awake

Surely the roads would Love-Crumble

And fall into the bay

The same way

I faint

When I see your face

How I envy the light

That leaves your cheeks

Sunkissed

I imagine that I might

The Gods, I please

Be granted this

One wish

To be the breeze

And through your hair, I weave

That you would leave

Your scent on me

As I send your spine

Into

Tangent Tingling

If this be our only moment mingling

Best believe

I’d be that breeze - singing