Rewind

He tried to talk to me near the big willow tree, where there was a metal chair out in the open to be seated. By no one.Of course he looked thereinstead of at me.When he did briefly look at me, he asked whether that chair area looked like a sacrificial point.I laughed because I knew

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each