he rests his hand on his heart and traces its movement-
Bathed in halogen,
He meets the pulse of his one demon; the one clinging to
his blood. It grows faster in this late winter
Where snow embeds friendship and
experience: crystallises
it; makes it see-through.
The winds drive us to the place where-
Like the snow- we’ll be set down
Fresh, all renewed:
Three sinners born bright in the colours of burning passions;
in the dim light of a basement;
A labour ward;
Youth.
Like the snow- we’ll be set down
Fresh, all renewed:
Three sinners born bright in the colours of burning passions;
in the dim light of a basement;
A labour ward;
Youth.
I’m in love with your reflection in the car mirror,
and I think he is too;
and I think he is too;
Blushed cyan in the light of an off-licence, you make the world seem so much more
Blue-
But shake off the dejected skins of the past that
gather across your face.
gather across your face.
Now Blue
is the name of the secret,
We’ll traipse across that utopian highway
We’ll traipse across that utopian highway
to find out
Truth.
