We touch.
Shoulder-to-shoulder.
You can't do more when crossing streets
With mannequins in Windows looking back.
I try to match your step-
That way I'm sure of staying close.
You smell like love.
That must be so
For what I smell is dear to me and new.
And so a little walk through town
Becomes a journey
A love vacation from ourselves
But with ourselves.
Everything you say is funny
Or beautiful.
-Rod McKuen
Listen to the Warm
