dream

perfection
bliss
amazingly saved
unreasonable
disarming
corrections to a name
the entwining of notions the screenplay the utter commotions
we love to inflict the drama and bend a chink in your armour
the truth is that we come with spells
we come with magic we come with flighty yells
the anonymity of the moment is shafted away because now, inclined toward the moon is where
we
shall
stay.

wander not in the desert, sweet hearts, understand that there are two to come undone,
we reunite beneath the wanton burning sun,
there’s nothing to see, nothing to do,
nothing to rob, but broken hearts in heavy arms.