2006/10/06

with apologies to My Bloody Valentine

Hey my lovely cliche,
hey sweet cherries and plums.
Called twice on Sunday
just to say, say
I'm alone, but not for long
I've got some singing.

Why don't you enter
nice an slow
at my window,
while my head's on a pillow
my hips are like jelly
and I won't stop them.

Come on, come on, you
grow & shimmer like chords
within this clouded mind.
I'll bend towards what
we said we'd find,
for you're there awaiting,
when we came together.

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