« i’m screaming, i met you this way
you’re nice to me like ice
please, please, Baby Lemonade » – Syd Barrett, « Baby Lemonade »
…& yr pink lagunas in the sky at dawn like a timeless south american landscape
yr quivering fingers stained w/ nicotine & orgasm
yr insomniac flowers’s eyes still dripping w/ last nite’s dreams
yr morning breath sprouting from the chimney pots
the city like a catatonic flanger pedal awakening to a bird’s ballet in the sea of greyish clouds & the shades of mango & apricot cast by the rising sun
Henrik Aeshna/Eros en Feu, Hotel La Louisiane, September 4, 2020
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J’aimeJ’aime