Louisiana — Underworld

I fell asleep last night on a roundabout a cloud of wings from the glass around you the light reflects the sun on your skin

when you touch me bullets in conversation on a crowded train quietly violent

when you touch me planets in sweet collision quietly violent

I fell asleep last night on the underground the air vibrates with the light around you the darkness breakes whenever you walk in

when you touch me planets in sweet collision when you touch me bullets in conversation quietly violent quietly violent