This fall I will
and indulge in originality.
I will lose myself in anarchy
taking to the streets or perhaps
Instead lie down with you
between metaphorical skyscrapers
stretching into clouds of Aristophanes.
There I will entice your lips with
rose petals bending to a sun.
In hedonistic adventures
we will risk the wrath of gods
while in your day dreaming tongue
you translate the song of songs for me.