shot of joy in palm muted E power chord, 28/02/2019

absentmindedly and a little tired we talk our day to days. we feel it nipping at the magic of the moment a little. your finger slides the side of your neck, my shoulders tense, the curve of your smile grows, I can almost taste you again, that memory flaring bright, the room rumbles, the light pulses. freeze it. freeze this now. time and distance. second by second to step by step, we cross the distance with muted desire.