I need to run threw dusty sunsets
legs stretched out long in boxcars
orchestras of fiddles and saws
our hearts refilled like the whiskey in our jars.
this endless waltz has me hung up on thought
I'am just wanting to wake up...
but its fitting...you know
sitting here in complete amenity...contemplating infinities
examining our symmetry...
without a single concept of
Im in love
each & every single moment we speak
every night that we sleep
entangled in each others body heat