Wrapping the Night In a Table Cloth, Stars and All.

soda sparks and lemon juice on every lip and candle wick explosion of the champagne kind to bubble brains and swirl the minds when summer limps upon two heels we break our vows and kneel to feel the rhythm of the losing heat when soda sparks in weak appeal as sidewalks bend their thoughts to me while overactive melodies complete themselves in summer nights I barely fall without a fight and candles dim and lights grow white I know the drill, tonight's the night I lick the summer off my chin and grab September, and head on in...