A little less crazy
A little less psycho
A little more mindful
With you
Disheartened by
Virtually nothing
Dark nights on the port
While the railway runs
Keep transporting
Crashing underneath
The stars like
Kindred spirits
Beneath the surface
Of the city lights
Where the water pools
And the rain delights
Milk and honey
Drips across the lips
Of a ponderous kiss
Your head on my chest
My best is at rest
With the crook of
Your neck in the grasp
Of my hands as the pulse
Of the power lines dance
Between us electric
© GÄ
Poétique 