Fabric

Leave me asleep at the wheel
Your voice in a conch shell, perfectly describes this hurtling orbit
Amphetamine sunlight photons, through the curtains steal
This is my Fugue, my fate, my Fabric

Boy, take root, and tether our limbs, there’s
Flecks of gold in the soil, burn the map and bury me in it
Two hearts kept in a secret whim, and I know
This is my Fugue, my fate, my Fabric

Pupils swollen in total eclipse swallow me, in… to this
nursery of stars to hide among and why shouldn’t we, get
A glance of this fabulous fabric against my skin, see me
This is my Fugue, my fate, my Fabric

Necking paper swans sub rosa…

This is my Fugue, my Fate, my Fabric