Kiss The Anus Of A Black Cat The Cranes Are Scared Of Sunwords
Just a moving image there.
Just imagining.
From the giggling summer-sun over all the seas
with you; We spoke for days, sunwords.
Have we held the many years as tatters fluttering?
When did you came to see what we had become?
Just a moving image there.
Just imagining.
You and I, we climbed stairs and punched the ball
around.
Panoramic views as such, we were in clover.
Both couplings in disguise and the fire in our minds,
Lay waste over the beauty of our labour.
Just a moving image there.
Just imagining.
Our clouds are Sky.
Pleading darkness and selling thoughts as forerunners.
Speak of the sun and give in to the sound.
A self portrait as a drowned man,
I am you and you were me, and we both knew how to fall.
Sunwords...
We spoke for days,
Sunwords.
Just a moving image there.
Just imagining.
