ON IN YOUR HEAD

ahead of the breeze

little faces, thought i'd recognized

pressure absent

postmodern eyes

 

there was something going on that night

come from my hand

come into the light

watch the way hangs 

become something else

i wanted it to stay

light so far away

a silhouette

i've learned to expect

waiting for me

to undress
(never more than a glance)

surrender the idea

of the ideal

night ends

become a person again

we live here

on in your head

you're over the moon

i'm over you