if I sank under a afternoon star
it would be a September sun
where my birth only shows
that even a Virgo can feel the atmosphere
wishing the watch on my hand
could prepare me for today
she stays put frozen at 12:00
where I was more European
ticking ticking past 1300
our time-zones didn't exactly match
that was when December leaves fell in June
because we want that ecstasy to thrill us
September suns tend to shine too bright
because at this point months in correct order don't matter
wishing her touch could scrape my skin
and hope she breathes my blood red
because I feel incomplete without her warmth
loving the fabricated time we made
the hours minutes seconds
transpire into this friendly month riddled week
where I took her hand and realized
only chaos has come from this
it's in theory that I too love a little distraction
where Regina is just the name of my ex
but I love the letter R
