I’m worried I’ll forget
your face
When I’m far away
From today
So let me remember it
Forever.
The backwards and forwards of you
The miracle of your tired baby blues
Your breath as sweet as la la la's
Those lips, full of action
I’ll drum in the east and west of you
Absorb you into the slag and settlings of my mind,
Where your face, like the Firebird
Will rise up aflame
From the deepest part of obscurity.
DRAWINGS & OTHER THINGS
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