Hollywood Love

Your hand slipped in mine and we consented, damp fingers loosed

The sultry night burned my nostrils welding white cotton to dark skin

That neon buzz lit the star strewn boulevard and I faced you

And we knew, like the etched idols below our feet that it had passed.

Our golden age to be trodden and worn in the squalid streets

Layers of new years heaped until ours are too deep to recall

The things that mattered so much, a sepia wash of memoirs

Sumatra coffee at daybreak and your key in the lock

So so love, turn off the lights and gaze into the yawning sky

Every movie has an ending and we should depart before the credits

Next time Hollywood love.

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