One Night

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Things smell so good

It's my happiness and they all

lay down ready for bed

my eyes are definitely read

and the distortion is continuous


a car

a metaphor

maybe innuendo

I feel so helpless when it is not right

and water, I dream of water

around, surround, steaming out in clouds

and your eyes

flourescent in the light

your smile a bared bit of intensity

and I flounder

I'm down

you are all around

and the car

the metaphor

they guide me down

and we're together in the language

languid desert melody

pitched, course voice

I am only yours

You are ever my choice



◄ Hot Springs

The Oldest Hills ►


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