Written for November Notes, Day 1 (ha! catch up in full force), The Night We Met by Lord Huron.
We knew each other in daylight, but night was where we came alive. Hands and fingers and lips devouring, rhapsodizing some mystical force deep in the earth’s belly, deep in my belly. I hear the magic bass thumping through my heart, resuscitation, and long for one more night with you, but stark day pervades, like a killing virus, invades.