If the seasons here
changed a little, maybe
I might come back
gone in June
home in December
but they never do
it's all just warm warm warm
with no chill
to remember you by.

Been listening to a lot of Kate Bush, inspired by the fabled tribute show that was whittled down to Seth playing a fifteen minute set that he warned me not to bother with. I've been promised a private recital in his lovely house by-not-in the city, so it's not a wash. Instead, my impossibly tight magic hobble skirt, one of my closest, and her swain ( Read more... )