CITY NIGHT SING, SING, SING

Passion, when did you deliver/ when i met you
the hammer upon this hungry anvil –> knock,
knock –> knocking! Kiss, hand in that hungry
lip-lock angry lip wanting passion! —->the
road up to the river was empty until we arrived||

Bridge. Fog. Music and smoke from a
lit cigarette and hips thrusted into the
imagination of darkness from night time
stories . the wet shore of anguishing
waves spoke: we can be together — only
you, only me.

the CITY NIGHTS
LAUGHING
WAITING FOR NO ONE
AND IN WATER, IN HIPS,
UNTIL NIGHT SEEPS INTO MEMORIES
ESCAPING DAY.

:: 09-08-2017 ::

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