and in night we waltzed…

through whiskey…along vineyards of old…down glass tunnels leading from joint to joint…never resting…we were alive…

fingers intwined…lips kissed…on display in storefront windows while stagnant couples walked-by…wishing…wishing…

this is our time oh dear love of mine…days of song…laughs…hugs…warmth…autumn’s hue…

a thousand days hath November…

thousand…