He saunters in, melts into the music,
pinches his face.
I swear, I feel those hands
on my heart.
Nothing scares me like you.
We suck on rocks, spit them out,
tumble by the quarry.
Darling, this is who we are
(the ones who lose their shoes, ache for rain, for the sun on our cheeks),
sweet honey daydream,
chin up,
this is who we are.
PLUTO BLOOMING 