I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees.
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees.
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down.
Someone left the cake out in the rain.
I don’t think that I can take it
‘Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again.
“Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.” – Anaïs Nin