Morbid figures unfurl in the dust
their pastel cheeks, burnt liquid black...
Yellow like the sun,
streaming through half open curtains...
I lie,
caressed by flames of love...
A frothy mass of blue and white,
hurtling towards the shore...
Yellow like the sun,
streaming through half open curtains...
Morbid figures unfurl in the dust
their pastel cheeks, burnt liquid black...