Catch Your Kisses - Louise Taylor

    Hard soles resound the cobblestone
    the pulsing of a metronome
    tick-a-te
    Umbrellas and lips meet
    and hurry down the silver liquid streets
    Water falls and windshields wipe
    the seconds wash down the old drainpipe
    Curtains wet the windowpane
    blowing in the mid summers rain

    Catch your kisses where they fall
    Catch your kisses where they fall

    In the backseat of a taxicab
    as empty as a church pew
    A lovers glove, a stocking run
    a box of Chinese rice
    me thinking of you
    Umbrella folded on my lap
    the petals falling sharp
    and cold as dew
    Window down
    the soft street sounds
    usher in the early morning hues

    Catch your kisses where they fall
    Catch your kisses where they fall
    Your kisses
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