it's happening

night after night

and not that its wrong

it's alright

in spite of the

meal that we throw

they sit on the wall

and they know

that hunger is not

what they fear

as long as

each other is near

they're a part of

the whispering air

and we secretly

want them

to be there

se there shape

silhouette

that they make

peppered stars

hang behind

shadow love

that could be mine

up in the window above

somebody's push

came to shove

i cover my eyes

and i pray

the whistling fist

goes away

and hunger is not

what she fears

as long as he

doesn't come near

they're a part of

the whispering air

and she secretly

wants him

to be there