In the back of a polish bar we sat
Smoking a foreign brand of cigarettes my lips had never touched
smoking until we ran out.
Me, pretending to be eccentric.
coy
laughter
closing the gaps between the continents we were born
surely we will bring pangea back to her glory
This is my favorite song, I say.
grace is serenading me from across the world
we inch closer together
the warsaw wood panels start to cave us in
i have forgotten about everyone else
Palms glide up thighs
wheat beer slides down the tongues
that wait to interlace
i listen to your kaleidoscope of syllables
we, in your native land, speak in my foreign tongue
i apologize for that.
we are alone in this room, i think.
the night's corners are creeping in
as quickly as our bodies braid.
our warszawa flame flickers.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
In the back of a polish bar we sat
Smoking a foreign brand of cigarettes my lips had never touched
smoking until we ran out.
Me, pretending to be eccentric.
coy
laughter
closing the gaps between the continents we were born
surely we will bring pangea back to her glory
This is my favorite song, I say.
grace is serenading me from across the world
we inch closer together
the warsaw wood panels start to cave us in
i have forgotten about everyone else
Palms glide up thighs
wheat beer slides down the tongues
that wait to interlace
i listen to your kaleidoscope of syllables
we, in your native land, speak in my foreign tongue
i apologize for that.
we are alone in this room, i think.
the night's corners are creeping in
as quickly as our bodies braid.
our warszawa flame flickers.
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