"he was scarcely able to manage a few snatches of feeble sleep"

her polished walk
lead doors astray
the living night saw soft voices
reflecting a facade
the right words saw bare skin
turn into valleys and peaks

curved and silky

Eyes on top of eyes
reflect on each other
still
light catches
then dissapears
quick breathes
sync in rhythm
hold onto the light of day
like a lonely stranger
occupying ones bed.


The Gerbis - (iv) stand our lyrics- "There's a cold bed in my room tonight/ you make it colder/ colder then the moon light/ never thought it could be/ not have as cold as me/ sitting on the front porch trying to find the melody that will make you love me.