Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
Kissing me delirious, proof we are still young
No sense in resisting, you will be disavowed
Just toss in a word and follow it follow the crowd.
bloom and show their gift
Shaming grace to crawl those final bloody miles.
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
Painting curvy colors each our favorite