The Overflo

Trying to get a closer view of the whim of the sun and the whole of the moon Her eyes a light, lamps of fireflies tracking the breathed dreams of womanly language spoken too soon Wreathes of affections dialed up to ten sprinkle the glittery promises of nights spent on her bedroom floor The years scrubbed from the record as the curtains of auburn hair fall impossible to ignore City light plastered Paris on ribs musical as the rhythm section to a fleeting lounge Candied hearts beat vindications of dangled hopes motivated for timelines where the ends of nights ground and down  Mnemonic names, words of promises, ring pops that seal the metaphorical transactions culminate another sun-soaked season illuminated in neon eye lids suspended in baited breath Forevers buried too soon, foliage that skips a beat on sweaters soaked with honey and sage purifying the thoughts of little lovers lost in time Hopes so high that everywhere the roman candle salutes dry the phantom dampening eyes Blended ...