Home Time.

Home Time

Youth were wrapped up
in cloud
easy on the inside
sunglasses under water
taste the blade
seeing lights soothe
my world, my world
sell them salt
to cook the oil
wrap blue tights
into the bag
sexy pink ribbon blow
your hair
a haunted house
haunted house
half past three
black naked ribbons
arnt the dress
you wear
soft milk flesh
red laced steps
chilling back
the cross that stares
at tripping sacks