we’ll look for love somewhere else,
aside from ourselves,
slowly now,
briefly now.
We’ll go the place we saw on TV.
I’ll buy you dinner
and we’ll chat over red wine
while the moon sleeps behind
a lullaby.
I’ll take your hand in mine
as we retrace our steps home,
with nothing in our minds
but love and the cold September wind.
Slowly now.
Briefly now.