Friday.

i haven't yet worked out why this is so beautiful. but it is. on. repeat.

__


it is a thing to swim in. like sunday bus rides or loneliness.
i do miss women whispering to me in french, __(more than anything(

one day, in the dark , on our front lawn, we'll dance wearing our pajamas.
barefoot on flowers

romance feeds the night,
__nothing needs love )more than night)

. sway your hips . there's more . always


(so it goes.

when i count up my hours i've lost -
but when i put them all together other i can't see the top.

out of fear
i not/sleep