mold my flesh with your finger tips
replace this polluted air with your breaths
this is our moment in time
brief and delicate but elegant

this has no purpose
but that's what makes it perfect
though absent of speech we said everything
with just an embrace
a prolonged gaze
bathing in the light of stars
long since burnt out

peel my flesh with your finger tips
sink your teeth into me before I wake up from this dream


from Lizards Have Personalities, released July 29, 2014



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