Lilly of the valley

He would lose it all

I wouldn’t, 

not a thing.

She wanted to sleep within you

just forget where she had been.

Linger in the ashes of that lighter

smoke the troubling thoughts

let them burn with incandescent furor.

I’m falling back in 717

rolling my way down to the throbbing of your spleen

cranial calibrations,

unexpected relocations.

Let the stupor of tomorrow 

be the rhythmic of our chaos.

Run!

Run!

One, he would lose it all.

I wouldn’t,

not a thing.

She wanted to sleep within you

just forget where she had been.

Linger in the ashes of that lighter

smoke the troubling thoughts

let them burn with incandescent furor.

I’m falling back in 717

rolling my way down to the throbbing of your spleen

cranial calibrations,

unexpected relocations.

Let the stupor of tomorrow 

be the rhythmic of our chaos.