Recipe For An Intimate Party
(part icicle part hair one part liquor part of growing up all a part of a lifetime) (part animal spare parts become a part of something special) (part of speech part of a crew no one is a lone part of the news or part of this mess)
It's not a race it's not a contest it's not a game either. It's not about you it's about flesh's deathless dip and eclipse of limbs and cheeks fulla apples and filled out blank looks. In a crowdscene smoky attic your heart beats on my back. In no time the whole evening falls down the stairs all hotty behavior flipping it side to side. |