San Francisco (or 3 random fragments one month in...)

It ended with the lights dotting waterfronts
spread too randomly and you resting on my shoulder
We only had one breath there before we came back to life
anything we wanted fit neatly in a 3x5 for now...
we were greeted with street drums and left on an overcast hour
straight sidewalks and avenues interupted by erupting hills
water everywhere but the south, keeping things autumn
away we saw an island prison and I would never try to escape
we walked through the wharf and city squares swallowing life
swallowing what others lived and dreamed only to find our meaning
we walked the street of San Francisco just one day...

and she said kisses are like recipes
each time you have one it influences the next
like the flavors in palms in curried dishes
we are alive in the form of transmissions
and passed like sugars into oxygen and energy
or a quick communication
kisses are tastes in our lips

when you lay in the bed next to me
you sneeze like a hometeam shooting free throws
perfect replication in a series
quiet and then cheered on with god bless you
with the breath that moves the curtains when windows are closed
you erupt so quickly