cliche

i can't
i can't help it, my
heels over head, my
oh my
i look forward to
cinderella nights and
nietzsche days, all mossed
up with glass and
reality, both entwined
in legs and booze. you
who i love, and
you, who loves me...
let this be
this sunset on the 'rise...
the brilliant pink
do yet we see.
the sun, it sets, on
you&me.

~k.