endless mellowness, c o m e dress in a mirror. draw soft glares across the surface (and surface someone.)
endless song drum me notes, but not so hard! s l o w d o w n . listen to the thundering bass pushing our breath through our mouths and shaking our hair and bones like the footsteps of some great thing that suffices to vibrate our bodies across the surface like weightless toys.
This might not be finished as the end is poetic in meaning but not style. My throat ached in the last three lines but I could not put it down on paper.