London skyline

 

Primrose kisses

under golden

hillside sunset,

thoughts glide

like lusty dreams

combusting above

the London skyline.

 

Vauxhall spies

hands holding tight,

searching eyes to see

the love inside.

Lips part to share that love.

Longing sighs as night

is still to come, where they can

walk under the moon

and make love

like the sun.

 

The rumble of the tube

gives way to the solitude

of a London skyline.

Silver on midnight blue.

Alone with you, in a place

where feet are always

trampling through.

We sing songs

at the top of our lungs,

flirtatious dancing

with the night as our hearts

burst out of our mouths

in wild passion.

 

To the Camden crash pad,

a landing zone

where dreams come true,

where we two become one

as the phone plays songs

that will bring us back here

for the rest of our days.

And the sunlight filters across

the London skyline,

as dawn rises and we sleep,

peacefully embracing

dreams of the night.