Again #2
comfort is kept
in lights on pavement
cigarettes
hardwood floors
your silhouette
in the pale-gold dark
yet dark is deceptive
yet you’re there
and you’re you.
not noticing is hell
and impossible
it seems a green light
is in your smile
but to go is suicide
isn’t it?
I mean,
in this daze
while the headlights
waltz on the walls
through the shades
the thought of you
is perfection
I think comfort is kept
too,
in you.
