Burning summers are about Muse and Nina Simone

Oh, wrap yourself in blue skies

And wood smoke- soft nights

Feel us spin:

The world seems diamond cut in sunbeams,

Doesn't it?

The scent of flushing skin

(Likeink andfire and cedar wood)

Don't forget that there are paperbacks

Like cotton days and nights

Of headaches

Nights ablaze with the dark

Still fill me with devotion

(Race against searing streetlights)

And don't you feel that it's serenity

To live for absolution