Sunday, 25 January 2015

From naked

Behind the curtain a low priestess drifts between fireworks and long baths while the party crackles on the other side.

Bombed out furniture and a mysterious web binding her wrist and left to trail chaotic in is this love all I live for.

She takes two notes and recognises the voice of an old friend but wears invisibility safe from words.

Edit the night and linger by a pack of cards as they landed on winter pavement. Games played with a name she sings to a window when the cards fall.

Hello rainbow oil wheel someone left the engine running for a three bar cross future season.

Our past can't change for me to be hearts or you be my lantern I've never seen as many stars as now.



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