Baie des Anges

Bay of Angels:
Storm over, I resume sincerely successive apparently
Your critical paranoia irritated by the unsaid and forgotten at Sacacomie
Erased by a chewing gum and fixed by a sniffing glue
I tell you briefly my heart, briefly wait
VC closed and cast shadows
Under your dear stockings under your Chloé dress
I go up your thighs my angels, swallow the slope and you
You think about the past then
Then you start to stammer a pretty and ashy letting go
Mouth half-open out of sync
Modesty and vice this angel slides on one ski

Your skin dances in front of me white crocodile under acid under skyp do I have a choice maybe not
Are we capable or not capable
So I dance, I enjoy and I cry too and I fail yeah sometimes I fail too