2 min

There We Were Making Rhythms Naked on Cashmere

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There we were making rhythms
Jumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeat
Setting new times to our universe
And we drank it in like warming wine
We the children
Running to deserts
Pockets full of magic
With whiskey spirits in our souls and our wings
Us few the bold
The brave trodden souls
Tobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyes
Kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds
To stir our colored dreams
Our dusty hearts set aflame
By setting stars and shooting suns
And here the sparks become our loves
And so with them we danced up
Into airless skies and cloudless nights
To make ash angels on moons
And snowflakes of Milky Ways

xx Atticus
@atticuspoetry

There we were making rhythms
Jumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeat
Setting new times to our universe
And we drank it in like warming wine
We the children
Running to deserts
Pockets full of magic
With whiskey spirits in our souls and our wings
Us few the bold
The brave trodden souls
Tobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyes
Kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds
To stir our colored dreams
Our dusty hearts set aflame
By setting stars and shooting suns
And here the sparks become our loves
And so with them we danced up
Into airless skies and cloudless nights
To make ash angels on moons
And snowflakes of Milky Ways

xx Atticus
@atticuspoetry

2 min

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