Put the body down here.
You will turn twilight
into night. The moon rises
orange and fierce. It can
obliterate the windshield.
Take this journey now,
baby face. Move the feet.
Race your own pulse
to the end.
Put the body down here.
You will turn twilight
into night. The moon rises
orange and fierce. It can
obliterate the windshield.
Take this journey now,
baby face. Move the feet.
Race your own pulse
to the end.
Sweet love poem!