The streets of Chelsea

There’s something about
walking down the streets of Chelsea

after too much pasta
and a great bottle of wine

(one of my first-love producers)
on a clear night at the end of the summer.
It’s ending
so pay attention before it’s gone.

There’s something about
being kissed
on the streets of Chelsea
after too much thinking
and a good amount of talking
(one of my most-practiced pastimes)

on a summer night when things felt clear.
It’s ok
so let it feel good while it lasts.

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