Fresh summer fruit tastes bitter after drinking cola
But nothing compares to our time outside.
I’ll tie my greasy Hair into a bandana while you tell me I look beautiful
And we will let warm dry air in the car on our way down
I’m afraid tonight. I feel the living earth and the little critters all around us
It’s a full kind of emptiness
Pale legs breech the surface of a warm murky water.
“It feels like swimming in the night sky”
Would you have come if I told you?
That the light ends at the edge of the fire
And the oval of the headlights.
Savanna 