Sunrise sun is out, late against me
I’ve known my contours on this body
Stoke a chill down lines of heat I’ve known
Bordering your body
I’ve known
A bloated figment crushing mine
I’ve known
Until your hands touched my body
I’ve known
But who am I to dislodge dreams
I’ve known
Right away
What are all these skies?
Brass and copper plates
But a dress mid-flight
(Stroke)
Across your face
Pour your lines out
Land against me
I’ll know the orders of your body
I’ll know
All of the seasons of your face
I’ll know
The scriptures of your body
What are all these skies?
Brass and copper plates
But a dress mid-flight
(Stroke)
Across your face
As the wheels take flight
Heavens rearrange
You inside their lights
Haven’t changed
Jungstötter - Photo by Clemens Schmiedbauer |
https://www.jungstotter-one-star.com/
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