the wings are wide

Day 8 & 9
Love is...
still believing in fireworks even after Santa has gone.

if i was young, i'd flee this town
i'd bury my dreams underground
as did i,
we drink to die,
we drink tonight
far from home,
elephant gun-let's take them down one by one
we'll lay it down,
it's not been found (it's not around)
Let the seasons begin
(it rolls right on, let's take the big king down)

..and it rips through the silence of our camp at night.





sitting on top of the world, you and i
toes dipping into incoming tides, the colors of unicorn pillows
before even witnessing firsthand, you're well-versed in that look in my eyes
particularly perfect epitome-your description of release
...finds me shivering, alive
you had to sit down.

(aroused)

a permanent change within- crackles,

electric (your bright blood)

across your rhythmic skin

I feel it all, nestling its way into its new home, from hours away

(soaking in your artisanship keeps me soft and pliant all day)