LA is hot as fuck And Manchester is about to freeze You’re on your way to the mail To get a letter from me
And as of our seperation at the Ancienne Belgique I rock you everynight In a bed across the sea
Words are all we have for touch They are our fingers And I love our words so much Write your lips to kiss me now And I can taste you as I read your words out loud
You rise and start your day With toast and black tea While I’m in the still of night and pushing back sleep and I ride the hands of the clock ‘til they fall upon three And drop me in our virtual garden for elevenses
Words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and I love our words so much and write your hands between my legs and I can feel you as the words jump from the page
The sky is bruised it’s a lusty dusk with lovers rouge wet with sap and musk under you under dream spell dust under you and its true and I know that I must and with you I immediately trust And it’s so That I fell at first blush
And it’s snowing in Australia
Just now your letter came and the pages did say that you’ll fly from your home to mine on January 8th and just now I find that I can just barely wait and from now until that time im counting down the days
Words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and I love our words so much and write yourself inside me now and I can feel you as the words come pouring out words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and I love our words so much write your dreams out line by line and I will stitch them in this heart of mine