you are wrong;
the pure love and chaos of music and poetry
had us on benches in Union Square within
moments of you walking into that restaurant.
the end tastes like lead sin,
then I watch that movie where regret is erased.
this is dangerous.
art is sharp.
I cannot move.
Despite art being completely subjective,
you were right;
the pure love and chaos of music and poetry
the pure love and chaos of music and poetry
had us on beaches in Union Square within
miracles of you walking into a life.