delicate blue southern night

what sadness to finally swim towards asphalt because that’s how blind waves become approaching the steel breasts of summer’s end after i know what pleasure is to be suspended weightless in your arms smiling naked as a delicate blue southern night how could i ever love...

a watched thing

a night of love or a love of night, a man of love or a love of man a waning moonis wearingomensi swim with a peachtaste in my mouthcan’t get better than this,tells me the sea but i knowlovemaking in the deep cool lakespast the forest cathedralsa leafy paththat...