I want you

Dirty In colors, smeared all over your face Colors dusted on your clothes I want you shaking off swamp waters And dripping holy sweat I want to line your face From your eyes to your ears In black kohl I wanna put you where you belong On a pedestal chair overlooking Ripped scraps and banana

Well, look at us

Well look at us, We’re in love again. But it’s best for you and I to lay here on this grass next to each other and look at the sky. We’ll probably have nothing to say, but only a few sentences when something strikes us. We can make love voicelessly, wordlessly, exclusively, and passionately by