Love letter # 23
C’mon you – let’s set fire to everything. Let’s dance where we’re not meant to. Let’s run through traffic. They can swerve around us.
I wanna feel the blood. I wanna feel your skin. I wanna know you every which way.
MOR is over – and this is the beautiful noise we smashed it with – every channel running hot. And here is the temple of our extravagance. Won’t you come inside?
C’mon – I know you wanna. You can fret about tomorrow tomorrow. By then we’ll be a million miles away.
You and me, my wild angel. You and breathless me.