your porcelain belly laid bare in a still frame
stuck in my mind
summer dressed in rain
rain for days
flowers bloom inside.
sax, trumpets and slide guitars
echo down the alleyway
so much blues in this season of doom
cotton sheets like miles of beaches
your hair like wind on fire
sweeping over the sea
drink until you are happy
sleep until you are tired
it's all you can do
while waiting to bleed
with me
i'll be coming by
with a pocketful of sand
to take you by the hand
and marry you to my dreams
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