you are red-coffee-velvet-sand

the taste of cotton leather

plastic buckles split at the sides

three in the morning smile

with salt and maltesers

and red skirts for twins

treehouse eyes

hum hallelujah bass

like orangeblossom

and ochre fire

vinyl folding paperback

invisible blue

i can't quite capture you

with red-coffee-velvet-sand

autumn leaves and not-quite nostalgia

guitar strings in the sound of

a worn jacket

you are cotton leather

in orangeblossom sand

you're like the stars