through the dusk sheltered dew drops collecting remnants of dreams I woke beside the morning sun and cupped his slumbered cheek bare boned against the supple twist the rising glow reached toward the sky he slowly breathed me in his chest and satisfied my prime
I sent a piece of soul with the sound of my voice singing a melancholy drag with plenty of sighs the lyrics hung and grabbed onto the road you said it made you cryish
your live performance art can never be saved driving in the street ignoring signs of an audience the lights flicker brightly into the blinded crowd I ask you to go more slowish