Sem nome

I'm sitting here
inside coffee
gazing the way rain hits the window
and appreciating its nostalgic noise
then i start to watch
all my women-shaped love
walking by the street
to the train station, to the bus stop
to a warm place
with pieces of my heart
lying on small things

red lipstick
eye shadow
black umbrella
blush
high hill
soft skin
ear rings
golden necklace
social skirt

The way their hips move. In every. Single. Step.

I let it all take my heart
and love
away
so maybe they'll end up
out of the rain.