That kiss you are wearing, i swear i have never seen it before. It flutters like whispers, it shines like a promise, it won’t let me dream. That kiss you are wearing, is it new? It starts conversations, it changes the weather, it won’t let me breathe. That kiss you are wearing, it calls for a toast. It seals untold letters, it has no regrets, it is everything now.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
