Finally.A moment alone, and your touch?
Ella at her most tender.
And my eyebrows imply now
more than Chopin every hoped for in chords, and what's more
Jazz ain't got nothing on our excitement, it's
chocolate cake an one hundred eleven decibels, it's
inhaling smoth with blur with sweat it
changes shape inside the taste the
rains that bypass eyes and flow in brains
turned steam as electrons fire fast as off white as glass
as stretch as together and swirled as fast as we can
as we must as we will as we do as we, fast as we, fast, fast as we,
as we fast as we fast aswe aswe aswe as as AS!

half. heaven. holy. Shit.

we pause on the point of evaporation.
elated like joy-tangoGAH!

The Razor Call! My curse-scab Name!

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unrufflekissleaveknowing:
Another Corner,
Another Day.