December 11, 2008

Love in Old Suburbia

When I see a girl I want to know what she wants

When I see a man I want to know what he needs;

Their hearts place on a windowsill

and the magpies feather trembling with the echoes

of their space in time.

Love.  and whats not there to love

in the golden carpets of the suburbian gardens

Old Suburbia. Old Eden, when the lass and I

take old ramblings through the hedgerows,

crisp as the apple, moist and juiced

with morning dew.

This is what she wants,

this is what I need.


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