Footsteps In the Corridor

the scent of lavender on the dew through cascading rolling mountains of joy surface through the moon in the tender month of June we have been this way before alone footsteps in the corridor out on the patio a black cat the smell of fresh paint permeates my inner senses faces traces of lime in my beer a rip torn onto its heightened view shadows block the vortex of the eye shaped through the dreams in her hair my pretty child choose the day the night was far spent in calamity