I want you in the fall,
When the sun grows cold
And the leaves turn brown.
When the Pennsylvania wind bites,
And those with money go to warmer climes,
That’s when I’d die to hold you.
Imagining you in a sweatshirt,
Hand in hand with me,
Walking down a country town Main Street.
We’ll forget the harshness of the season change,
The fear of winter to come,
In one another’s embrace
Now you might give me condemnation,
As just another John the Revelator,
But I’m looking for a higher love.
I may have done wrong,
But you have nothing to fear.
You look at me,
I feel you.
You see me dressed in black,
Waiting for the night.
I just want to see you,
The sweetest perfection,
And no longer be locked in chains.
As for now,
I’ll suffer well,
I’ll leave in silence.
And I’ll just take a pain that I’m used to.
I found an old poem of mine about a stripper, and am probably going to work on a painting to go with it. Stay tuned
Dcid Corvid 