The summer sounds like lavender
This memory tastes like a nine
Ten, eleven steps to the front door
But how it felt like a mile
It rained all morning
But by noon the sun came with a warning
To move towards you and by evening
I was swirling in red wine ‘round your living room
And I do believe I left my heart
At the bottom of that glass of tempranillo
Gathering dust on the coffee table
There’s 88 ways through my mind
Like the lines furrowed down a vineyard
One is the ebony tucked in your ivory eyes
And the wrinkles along their outskirts
And it’s so disarming
To think of you and August, so fondly,
How it bore our fruits and how we dangled
From the grapevine in full bloom
And I do believe I left my heart
At the bottom of that glass of tempranillo
Gathering dust on the coffee table
I’m gathering dust on your coffee table