There’s a heartbeat in the city,
Like the sound of your name,
And it floats on the wind.

Past the bed sheets and underwear




Flapping in the breeze,
Past streets that we danced in and shouted in,
Spinning beneath our celestial canvas of topaz stars.
That beat, how it calls me—
To the window’s crumbling edge.
That beat, how it taunts me—
To take a chance and tumble down
Onto bleached and
broken pavement.
Oh, darling, such a voice,
The summer breeze holds.
Sweet like popsicles
And heavy with the scents of the harbor.
The tang of our love

just a soft hint of life on the wind,
And soon it will slip away,
Swirling with the fireflies and sparks and flames,
Down the street.