Gina Young I Picture You
I picture you
Smiling
Against a backdrop of white
Coming into your arms
Is like
Coming into the light
Not that I would know
I rage out of my apartment
Through the danger
Streets at night
I wish that I could go to you
Hover
Alight
Not as if I need a savior
Or a shining
Prince of white
It's just something I would like
We walk through this tangle city
And we're perfect
Side by side
Streets I've pounded
Senseless walking
Become dreams I've never tried
I am a moth
We are wild
I like your style
