around my heart lays a line labelled tear hear
A fleshy bloody product of cell splits and high kicks
Disected nightly by high money tricks
Racing wildly after my first fix
A sombre song later and a few bottles of wine we titter into the wind
Inbriated not only by the foul smelling liqour and in its seemingly innocuous form
But by the fluttering night and it's sleepless buzz coated with lime slick on the breeze
Jazz cool racing at high speeds mead filled and ready to fumble
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Night coughs up false accusations with wispered words and hunted intentions
All this as dawn stretches in anticipation of the day-catching snippets of velvet
Entanglement loosen- carreses cool in the dew of the bush