beyond my sleep

above my head


all this picture of a perfect eve
flushed cheeks and the other colours
of my skin
wild flowers within this space
above my head and
other places where you
come away

taken with me

between the sojourn and the
flowers on your skin
the colours in place where
you can believe in me

being taken

you'll come away
like the colour competing
for my skin
baby believe in me

parched port of calling: pea/green sea

sahara hot water innoculation

measures: grand affectations spoken

possibly

...

not probably

armies of skeleton coasts doomed

linked

balance with the 47 plus the piss

and


shit



for better

health & saftey

first.