your scent fades away like a wraith in the humid air of this summer night
Tag: Singapore
i’ve been here before on this rocky coast surveying the depths of dark waters
dusk under the hot shower wounds of the soul cauterized
sawdust and dreams of the void the barrenness of this day
the first few days of september and there is nothing left to feel of summer
dontcha just feel it in ya bones the blue moon hitting all the right notes this summer night
where you at monsoon been a minute since you clocked us good
dressed in black we say our last words to the dying heat
they play us like puppets flesh and bone stringed to higher beliefs
the summer breeze guides me detached from the herd and seeing
elancharan gunasekaran 