Put the flowers to earth and bring me the winter
turn up the stove and open the wine
send the squirrels to bed and welcome the winds
lay down your snow blanket and hand me the whiskey
lets move into the bars and keep warm as one
board up the windows and light me a cigarette
unpack our boots and turn on all the lights
let the air be thick and the wood glow warm
bring me the winter
this beautiful winter
We stand against the bar
and he orders Campari
we lay across the bar
and he orders saké
we dance under the bar
and she orders whiskey
we make promises to the bar
and he orders wine
coats jackets scarfs and phones we say goodnight to bar
i hear you walk down the stairs
vanilla like perfume on my sheets
i can stretch this bed is mine again
so you leave the red book at the café
this will be paris
Its so warm with the memories of dreams leaving quickly
My arms ache and my eyes are now directing the confusion
The cat stretches and leaves me jealously stiff
Its cloudy inside of here
And my mouth is dry no beer
Second morning at 7 14pm
What was i dreaming of
Our city is quiet under this blanket
The cars don’t drive so much as roll
And the light is setting into the snow
no footprints,
pure white,
clean and cold.
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