Montag, 18. Januar 2010

"nowhere´s here with you on my skin"

let me fall into your arms
let´s roll across broken flowers
into lovers´end lane
let´s rent a room in the sky and one underground
and tumble, crawl, fuck up and down the stairs together
let´s hang from the ceiling, bang against walls,
fall to pieces on the carpet
bite, steal, and scare others
like rats in holes and channels
play a little song
write a broken poem
peace on earth between the sheets
while feather-like dust tickles our fused skin
with the first stirrings of day
in weak pale morning light
where did the (f)night carry us?
nowhere´s here with you on my skin

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