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Sep 2013
Success, achievement, home house cars
Party, love, listen & spin with sin
Move, kiss, untie my maple eyes
Brief but explosive, steeped in black tea
Hydrogenated coffee creamer, sweet
Taste or bitter love the same

We turned stones, fleshy and hot
Scented softly, like reminders of the bits
We couldn't ever really taste, or hear
The place our fingers fell, outcomes
Aside, outcomes alive or ablaze. With twin
Coins, each ten sides, when all of them
Move as snakes do, softly with
Purpose to swallow us, like sand nested
Avian eggs, sweet and rich

Give to me a new light. This hue so strange
These parameters so wild, so different and full
Of song. Upwards and with a choral roar
A neon scream or a gentle squeeze

The endless feeling runs a thick steam
Heated with wet body stream. Oh goddess
Or god... Sexless beauty becomes evident
And alive inside of you and me. We give thought
To the giant sun or the smallest drops
Fogging the window, our cheeks
Belong to we. Upwards or out to sea
There is always a breeze

And the body breaks but we are fine
And we're open to ours if we're open to time

You lay me to sleep, soft tangerine
With ritual white and burned blue
I watch you smile behind closed eyes
And fall into October leaves
Westbow
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Westbow
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   K Balachandran
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