Courage was mine, and I had mystery
I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world
music rises then falls through its imagined past.
hungry for something — something we couldn’t, with all our words, name.
The heart has uncountable rooms.
Wear red lipstick and always leave it behind
no dreams wait softly for me
lostness is always there on the lip of everything
no doubt about where I’m going, how to get there
I’m impersonating a kiss of lilacs