Special nights that you don't remember in full fidelity but you know they were special. |
| A cup half full of juice A feeling of levitating while sinking A white skirt Moves like a wind blown curtain Draws one further down Like a whirlpool circling A midnight in December A bare leg Halos shine everywhere A glowing clock blurred in the background Then I can’t remember anything I’ve ever done Or anything I aspire to do There is only being here There is only being now Everything is peripheral Except for the two blue circles So close to me A few electric inches Making up the universe Lips meeting Like two in the desert Drinking from a spring A thirst that cannot be quenched Fierce and aggressive Nothing but animal instinct Pushes time forward A Polaroid of a moment Forever stored in the chamber of my chest |