Hot drinks, quick winks.
Cold bricks, new tricks.
Love in October.

Grape vapes, old tapes.
Blue lights, new heights.
Love in October.

Melted Pumpkins
in wooden rooms.
A slow piano.
No one can know
of love in October.
Love in October.

Can we do it again?
Can we do it again?
Can we do it again?
Can we do it again?
Can we do it again?
Can we do it again?

© Kieran James Bunn