There is a delirious ache beneath my skin. But I must remember to sleep easy. A symphony of moans lie in the laughter. Time is cool like a midnight swim. Manipulate the language of my peach summer dress. His bare stare and a black suit on. Beneath all these raw moments sad blood soars. Shape my tongues sweet words while I whisper "why?" Let us smear our sweat like ugly water and flood the room with shadow music. I'd tear the wind right out of the forest just to taste your Cherokee purple tomato kisses tonight.