She can sing to me till I melt into the seat leathers of the universe baby
I’ll write while she bites my neck,
Only the true death will do for me
I’ve got pink blossoms floating on,
Take off your songs my deep love,
Put on your heart strings, I can pull em;
Let down your hair some, hard drive,
We’re in a place the average reach for,
so go ahead and get down on the floor
Load up your bearings,
you’re the Cardamaro to my Orange Bitters and Scotch
I’ll bring you down on the rocks,
Unfurl your locks across the dock
Making love before we make it out of the waters.
Now we’re on the shores with a star cover blanket.
Jelly fish drifting along your skin – I could cover you in sweet stings,
But I’ll just lay beside you and pull you like the moon does.
You’re an ocean.
Now I’m dancing on this whiskey barrel,
Rolling my tongue along your river,
I can feel your tire swing visions pulsing through your arteries;
Let’s ride until we kill the batteries.
I know where you are coming from.
A daydream. An afterthought of an afterthought.
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I had to share because it made me smile. One of my few for the day.
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Old flows still golden