last summer
azure and purple
like a bruise
seeps into hot blood
body heat isn"t anything
in a field of golden nectar
lying face first
lying to your face
your smell is still
with the heather in that field
and so am i
azure and purple
like a bruise
seeps into hot blood
body heat isn"t anything
in a field of golden nectar
lying face first
lying to your face
your smell is still
with the heather in that field
and so am i