come get me,
go on serenade me.
play a fool and have your tools.
run me down,
honey-tongued and mighty-lunged,
whiskey and seaweed, cigarette-y breath.
tasting skin and earthly scents,
plantin life and botanical derives.
sweet lords are rejoicing,
we are ascending.
life on a cloud,
life in white washed (de)light.
1 comment:
This sounded sort of sweet sort of like a challenge.
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