Thursday, 3 December 2020

You belong on my shoulder

And me, I am your soft and smooth pillow
A cradling pillow, a dancing pillow

You are the wind on the terraces
and the colors of dogs and peacocks

Me, your wingman
pushing you on and pulling you back

We make a good pair
cos' we both need each other

You are the perfect blend of vodka
I like vodka

You are the eyes of laughter
and of joy and innocence

You are the laughter
within my eyes

my joy, my pillow
the shoulder I rest on

I need you to know this about you and me

On nights like this. If I am still beside you in the bed when the morning comes. If I am not running away to catch an interstate bus to the ...