beads of sweat
like rain on a rooftop
chimneys closed fro the season
rown of red brick stacks remind me of mary poppins
im thinking of an old love
when the new is slow coming
ill think of you, thinking of me
or her, the one
against her ill never compare
against your chest
your heart will beat for a past love
our breath aligning, our hearts out of sync
adn im thinking of moving back to this muggy city
amidst all these memories of curly black chest hair
stuck to me in the summers heat