fallen gloves in the snow
with angels overlooking the town below
she danced like a cat
and as I drank the words burned
brighter than flames and brighter than fright
we were bored and life was great
nothing to fear
nothing to doubt
only
the moments our lips kissed against the world
oh how we shone
despite the passing of useless
useless time
The sound of softness.
🙂
I think there are many ways to deal with the absurd nature of life, concentrated pleasure being one of them. I liked this piece a lot, it feels a bit discontinuous with your other stuff so it was a surprising read.
I’m glad you liked it, and that it stood out from my other work. I couldn’t think of anything to write at the time, and then a long lost memory came from nowhere. It’s nice when that happens.
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