Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Old #2


We pretend we’re less than we are
With our whisky kisses and denim creaks.
We lose ourselves in each other
Amongst endless aisles and empty streets.
We leave the world outside
Preferring purple pushes and eternal sleep.
We can’t retrieve ourselves
Unrestrainedly together, we speak.
We say the words they all say
But we feel them here, true and deep.

You are my discovery. You are my midnight treat.
You are my gratification. You are my reckless heat.