Love Poetry For Couple

Consider the glue that holds all this together, be it the cold light of the diamond in the mine, the gold in its seam below the forest or the shale oil reserves of the Arctic Circle� each in its way a party hat that pays homage to DJ culture or signals the slow corruption of thought. But right from the start let it be said that to our knowledge the art of the oil slick

they searched for my bodyin local parks and schoolsthey cut awaythe long grassdaring to hopefor a signan angelic proclamationor at least a shoe or a sockwhile on the other side of townI was high in the skyhanging out with some random guyand my mate Johnnyin the backseatlast name: Walkerhe was one real treatthen they found memessed up and bruisedtheir sweet island girlgone bush feralforget

In the spirit world backlit by old stars dreams sound like water falling we are inside and outside at the same time trays clack like old bones as faces rise from wet paper their deep cloudy eyes and conquered mouths appear between our hands lips and chins a blurry landscape touched with the faint light of a slow exposure switch off the red and exhale we stand on