(no subject)
the smell of gasoline reminds me of you.
and I can recall you in the moonlight, in the softly falling rain.
the feel of it of you wrapping around me.
holding me safe in a wet light of dreaming.
the sound of creaking chairs reminds me of you.
and I can get lost in the sweeping fall of autumn.
the texture of it of you drowning out the sorrows.
sheltering me warm in the silent cocoon of breathing.
and I can recall you in the moonlight, in the softly falling rain.
the feel of it of you wrapping around me.
holding me safe in a wet light of dreaming.
the sound of creaking chairs reminds me of you.
and I can get lost in the sweeping fall of autumn.
the texture of it of you drowning out the sorrows.
sheltering me warm in the silent cocoon of breathing.