JB Writes Too

Slow waltzes 14/04/09

Slow waltzes
and silhouettes
Ignite tail-lights red
and the drone of traffic
is the tune
to which they sway
Tired eyes admire
the idyll embrace
any song is theirs
as twilight descends
on the mid-week crawl
Slow moving
and definite smiles
sleepy love
longing and knowing
fulfilled by the oncoming stars gaze
as the moon rises
and crests it shadows
over the city scapes
dreamless cars
and shameless buildings
it compares nothing now
to intimate silences and comfort
which invite nothing to break bonds
of mutal breath, tangled and up close
mixed in fumes
and chatter