Comments about Hunter Broughton
Rainy Night In Soho
I want to trace your lips,
I want your breath in my lungs
I want all those parts of you that you never would give to anyone else.
When we meet it will be raining,
I'll play coy even though I'm not so hot at it,
I'll sip my coffee and bite my cheek,
you'll smirk and I'll pretend to hate you,
but I'm incredibly attracted to smirks.
There will be a penniless musician on the street corner,
'Good times for a change...'
I'll look behind me, note that you're following,
but you won't look at me, you're bending to put a twenty in the open case. ...