Cold, wet footprints of drowned ghosts
leading you towards nowhere, a heat-blurred unreachable zenith.
Unlit candles, china white on a china plate,
shots of ***** shots of bleach.
Ambling along dusty corridors,
hallways with loose floorboards and memories you're not sure you ever had.
Desert haze, his brooding gaze,
conversational Russian 101 and irretrievable moments
alone in bed together while Sean Connery distracts you from the press of his fingers.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
Cold, wet footprints of drowned ghosts
leading you towards nowhere, a heat-blurred unreachable zenith.
Unlit candles, china white on a china plate,
shots of ***** shots of bleach.
Ambling along dusty corridors,
hallways with loose floorboards and memories you're not sure you ever had.
Desert haze, his brooding gaze,
conversational Russian 101 and irretrievable moments
alone in bed together while Sean Connery distracts you from the press of his fingers.
