Burning summers are about Muse and Nina Simone
Oh, wrap yourself in blue skies
And wood smoke- soft nights
Feel us spin:
The world seems diamond cut in sunbeams,
Doesn't it?
The scent of flushing skin
(Likeink andfire and cedar wood)
Don't forget that there are paperbacks
Like cotton days and nights
Of headaches
Nights ablaze with the dark
Still fill me with devotion
(Race against searing streetlights)
And don't you feel that it's serenity
To live for absolution