Love and the City, Pt. 3

I saw you yesterday
plotting your entrance from outside
You were thinking of coming in
What were you looking for?
Several of our missteps lead me here
to this fountain in your palms
The air chokes with rain
Your hair curls like the curves of a trumpet
but you are not brass
divine.

The gifts evolve
devolve into lesser evils.
I can be anywhere but I am here



Credits
Writer(s): Khodor Ellaik
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