James

My eyes fix a place, where we just carry on, no one seeks the shade, or cares about our ways, a river rises then is gone, beyond any time frame, then you stroke my face, the running lines of alcohol, a delta of red veins, soon we’ll be safe, wolf howls at the moon, the joy of coming home, maybe we'll take a train, search for a winter stove, somewhere across the Bay, we’ll raise our game, a trap of broken runs, love hums better on skates, it beats disgrace, like some walking tomb, can anyone really say, we are best alone?