I did it for love, well, sex really, no, well, to be completely truthful, it was to keep warm. I wish I knew. I think I can. Once upon a memory I stood there with a red flag in my hand. In the midnight under starlight in a dreamtime without end.
Sex is breath, caught like a bird in a vortex, winding to earth.
Love binds us with straps and bells. The night dissolves in a vapor brewed of tears, falling stars, whispered lies, years and years of cold stares.