Donkey days

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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