In September, we missed the bus
And walked for miles
In the Cornish rain.
We laughed as it licked every
Square on our bodies
And squelched into our shoes
Turning our socks to flannels.
The asphalt had become beautiful
- it had drunk the sky
And rehearsed the whispers
Of the sea.
We were the only humans in Cornwall
As the sun went down
And you put on your head torch
We climbed through mirrors
Of trees and bends.
When we got back to the cottage
We did a funny dance
To peel free of our clothes.
Then we toasted our bodies
And watched television.
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 7:34 PM UTC
In September, we missed the bus
And walked for miles
In the Cornish rain.
We laughed as it licked every
Square on our bodies
And squelched into our shoes
Turning our socks to flannels.
The asphalt had become beautiful
- it had drunk the sky
And rehearsed the whispers
Of the sea.
We were the only humans in Cornwall
As the sun went down
And you put on your head torch
We climbed through mirrors
Of trees and bends.
When we got back to the cottage
We did a funny dance
To peel free of our clothes.
Then we toasted our bodies
And watched television.
