when we kissed
i tasted the vomit on her tongue
and liked it
it was night
and all the shadows were touching
what was left of the light
was artificial anyhow
the train tilted with the curving tracks
careening
as the streetlights
caressed it’s metallic trim
with a playful flicker
we were hovering high above the pavement
over all the insignificant others
foreheads pressed to the glass
yawning like lions
sometimes
i just wish it is never day again
so i that don’t have to wake up
No comments:
Post a Comment