all niter
Balanced by a gyroscope until like a boomerang, an ever present ache sends my hand hurtling towards the bottle. Class fades as the wine sings a song of madness and I can't stop too long to look at you or I'll fall so I run and I'm trying to be elegantly wasted ending up looking deep into the danger of your eyes in stop still motion, my downfall signalled by the perceptible trouble felt in my mind, my muscles, my heart.
Everything invaded.
Hands around my throat, making me gasp for air, enticing me to continue the dialogue, to dig in and keep talking until I can't do more than beg for you to give me shelter in the pink of your lips. We turn it on. We are looner. We fall prey to the avarice of our desire.
Morning comes and we have to push the sky away.
Everything invaded.
Hands around my throat, making me gasp for air, enticing me to continue the dialogue, to dig in and keep talking until I can't do more than beg for you to give me shelter in the pink of your lips. We turn it on. We are looner. We fall prey to the avarice of our desire.
Morning comes and we have to push the sky away.