Long days,worn days,
long days are bone wreckers,
early starts,donkey enders
Home becomes a calling,
open the doors,let happy come running.
Open your windows, let the wind french kiss your skin
bring those dead arteries alive.
Long days are for brilliant lyrics.
Some good old jazz,old school blues
and careless soul,let the soul careless.
let your ears drink up the sweetness.
Worn days are steam days.
hot showers, vapored fatigue
bubbles dance, vanilla teases your nostrils
your muscles give in to utter seduction.
A glass of red juice for the demons,
then the body drowns in lavender sheets
lets your dreams be merry
and long days in forgotten memory.