apologies to those who've been waiting for new writing......I've been performing this one quite a lot with very good response. Just haven't posted.....it's been in one of my notebooks handwritten but here it is......:
In a dark room a message
in a dark room a message
eyes hers mine does she know?
does she know?
who I am a message she knows who I am
all is dirty pretty
something, there is something
all is dirty pretty
there is something
what's past forgotten, quickly forgotten
that last was red
like the blood on my hand
last red like the blood on my hand
listen to myself, my own breathing
something opens up in me
did you know?
something that could be a tomb and she's not at rest
did you know?
push my way above dirt
disciple of this lips that are red
like that on my hand my heart beating lighter and faster
eyes connected? that instant
she looks at you familiarly
she knows who you are
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