singing at the sunset

You bring out the man in me. I stand with my feet apart, my hips don’t swing when I walk. You think like a girl, we know that both. Properly put, this is a lesbian relationship though you’re the one packing. A little unfair, really, since when was life any different?

You’re in the city made of concrete, but I’m in a place with the gray coloured sidewalks and the sky to match. Our bridge a bridge of air, it’s too far to leap the stream without getting our feet wet. A high tune, a sprightly tune what pays the cabmans fees. Charon holier than thou today, Demeter standing with a riding cane.