Rough Draft

Dear Clock Towers,

There was a moment

Some time last year

When you sat on the edge of the queen

There was a moment

Some time last year

When you nursed on the edge of my eye

There was a moment

Some high of some noon

When you plucked on the strings of your world

There was a moment

Stolen from flight school

There was a moment

Pleading and soaking

There was a moment

Some time last year

When you sang with your head to the side

When your voice echoed planets and snakes

There was a moment

That I drank

Lying down

There was this moment

Turned from brisket

To a sweet sauce

I felt this moment

Churn from acorn

To a yogurt

Smooth as slippers

There was a moment

Some time last year

When I knew

As always

To Stay

Trapped

Inside the amber of your opus

Love,

Skin/Toast/Guitars