vendors and anticipation fill the street and my feet
keep moving but
i want it to stop.
i want time to stop and and take our picture
i want love to sync itself to logic
and our fingers to stay intertwined though all of it.
drinking wine to stay warm
in the middle of summer
the east bay is like that
he says i am like that
i say you are goosebumps in the sun/red wine on an empty stomach/biting my tongue to save face
and all i want is to never forget your face.