The Hot Place

Luna and Sol

A couch always feels
Right to my right
And I think a floor feels
Good to the left
Daft punk thoughts come
And infancy invades
So chairs feel nice-

Knees held onto for maximum sight.

So chain me up for
Get busy nights
And take me on
During soft corrective moments
I think I can take this
Make it real tight
No leaks, no proof-

Plenty of noctournal light.

              How do you know if breaths equate delight?

Luna and Sol doth argue forthright.

Feb 27, 2003