Before It’s Too Late

Les Amants

The street lights
Skid on the windshield
Of your beat up car
Norah Jones and her slide guitar
Glide with us
You are driving me to your place
For the first time
But it feels like
We have known each other
Since we were feathers
In our mothers’ bellies
Five thousand miles apart.

It’s not like me
it’s not like you
Nothing is clear
But I wish to whisper
All the things
I can tell you now
Before its too late
Before things fall apart
So hear me up, buttercup
You make me want to love again
And I hope tonight
You’re fine with that.

Featured Artwork: LES AMANTS, 1928 by Rene Magritte

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