Feb 02, 2005 13:59
Sweet, like raisins in peccadillo
or the soundtrack of Garden State --
sweating lilacs and listening to Nick Drake,
you know she's spinning in my mind.
Struck by her tickling hair
and razor lips (her voice is
feathers falling in my ears) --
Lightening is supposed to kill a man.
I'm standing on the moon
dancing with the earth.