imagery and silence
Thursday, March 22
I got very angry in the water
The black walls were closer than they should be
The air was getting thin and my eyes were thick with smoke
There was fire nearby, red roses, and too much jet-lag
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Silence at night is awareness
I held your hand by the fingertips
The tiles at our feet were green, blue, brown, and black
Every kiss was a thunderclap
The black walls were closer than they should be
The air was getting thin and my eyes were thick with smoke
There was fire nearby, red roses, and too much jet-lag
~
Silence at night is awareness
I held your hand by the fingertips
The tiles at our feet were green, blue, brown, and black
Every kiss was a thunderclap
