San Francisco
your mouth
is a constant
line
framed by
paintbrush
bristles
in a room
full of
maps and
quiet
colors
we
exchange
you make me
toast
in the morning
it has been
long
since
someone
wanted me
to stay
the next day
san francisco
fog
tints
everything
quiet
your mouth
is a constant
line
framed by
paintbrush
bristles
in a room
full of
maps and
quiet
colors
we
exchange
you make me
toast
in the morning
it has been
long
since
someone
wanted me
to stay
the next day
san francisco
fog
tints
everything
quiet