The dog days are over

 give me a lock of your hair, leave it by my doorstep with a leaf and a some sand, fold your heart into a handkerchief and slip it into my pocket, take your breath and cast it out the window as you drive by and i will taste the red wine on your lips, smoke your cigarette and ash it on my skin so i sense your closeness in the evening dark, let down your dress so i can kiss your shoulder and hold you inside me