March 2012
When I was just nine-years-old,
I swear that I dreamt your face on a football field; And a kiss that I kept, under my vest. Apart from everything with the heart in my chest. My life in an upturned boat, Marooned on a cliff. You brought me a great big flood, and you gave me a lift. Girl, what a gift. Will you tell me with your tongue, and your breath was in my lungs, and we float up through the rift. Remember walking a mile to...
February 2012
