I, hunt of the orange glow, warm of the lamplight the soft drop of your thigh, I feel, to search, to dive between every night when I take you, …
Evening translated into love
The innermost landscape, where afternoon is translated into evening, and evening is translated into love, kissed by an open window dream, only held in hand …
Yellow
We’ll wrap the world up soon and with frightened faces, we’ll colour the paper blue, then leave near to an open window to dry in the delight …