I will convert,
for you,
twenty seven times over
in order to spin Earth’s axis
back to it’s original
position.
My secret haven,
original,
right,
cool to the touch
skin on skin
and I believe again
that I can win
when my feet are tired
two at a time
again
I wish it was you
holding the umbrella in the rain,
to kiss me goodnight
under some station light
I knew had flickered out
yesterday.
September 24, 2014