strike a match to the crickets
and kerosine douse the sleeping bag
their hum is not a metronome
your dreams are not burning
fingers wet (with sweat?)
these works were not meant for daylight
submerged under moon's tide
let us make love instead of dreaming it
let us make our own rythm for the crickets to hum to
backwoods are the perfect place to get lost
as bark crackles life into night sky
let us singe skin as untamed flames
this tent is no holy place
more like a furnace
so for tonight
let's burn
with the crackling bark
let's start a forest fire
strike a match to the crickets
and kerosine douse the sleeping bag
their hum is not a metronome
reality is burning
let's burn
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
strike a match to the crickets
and kerosine douse the sleeping bag
their hum is not a metronome
your dreams are not burning
fingers wet (with sweat?)
these works were not meant for daylight
submerged under moon's tide
let us make love instead of dreaming it
let us make our own rythm for the crickets to hum to
backwoods are the perfect place to get lost
as bark crackles life into night sky
let us singe skin as untamed flames
this tent is no holy place
more like a furnace
so for tonight
let's burn
with the crackling bark
let's start a forest fire
strike a match to the crickets
and kerosine douse the sleeping bag
their hum is not a metronome
reality is burning
let's burn
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