i want your tongue to be like breathing
in the dark place in my mouth
in my dark place in the city
where I'll simple sleep in evening
sex spit out the open windows
sleeping slipped through open windows
in the blue gloaming of twilight
when’s dead gold outside gone yellow
and my thinning days are dawning
hair strands wrapped around my fingers
learning how to touch your skin
learning how to hail a taxi
change my nylons in the taxi
in the blue gloaming of twilight
when's dead gold outside gone yellow
your tongue like breathing in my mouth
and the thinning days whose dawning
take me out in pale Thanksgiving
for my dark place in the city
where I'll soft sleep in the evening