Fall asleep with
In deep with
thinking night thoughts
by dreadnaughts...
Nothing of the kind,
We're a sabre-rattling
Big band
Brass bold-things,
A kick in the joint between
Dark and light,
You and I, the endless warm
Swimming in showers,
A fear of getting wet after midnight
The shock blue of your eyes,
Putting in the morning -
I've never been tested
'Cept you, a wonder at the
Smile, those tones
Seeking hands, felt tides
My own sweet, the lips
On, oh oh
A hand on the lone...
Huh, not here.
A little to the left
And that's a synth-load
Orchestrated base-jump
A flood-rush catastrophe
Over the battlements and
In the weak seep parts of me
Filled with the concrete arching
there of you