It is January 1st and it is raining
You have slipped your leather jacket on my shoulders
We walk in shadows of skyscrapers
lost in our conversation- You ask me
all you want to know of me, I answer
as our footsteps echo in splashes
we tune out the sounds of traffic
inhaling the scents of rain,
shops we are passing. I ask you
all I want to know of you, you answer.
Our bodies brush together. I look at your lips
your eyes that are reflecting my glances
We long to escape to a silent, private place.
Cool winds meet us as we turn a corner.
The weight of your leather jacket on my shoulders
it is how I imagine the weight of your body on mine.
We kiss, one bluebird carrying a red heart
stitches the sky.
For Giorgio's Leather Jacket on Shoulders Contest