A night has crossed my mind...
"Summer carries Apollo home into a beaten down hotel room. The bed creaks as he sits to contemplate the night's fate. He take off his shirt as he gets up to open the window. The fan oscillating only hot air. The only source of light; a dim lamp and the clear moon coming through the window. Dry sweat on his skin as a hot breeze pushes forward the sheer curtains ever so slightly. His music is hypnotic. His groove is lucid...he's hungry and she wants to see him. It's gonna be a long night..."
Experience is the worn out reel and the well chewed meal. It's the night's nursed drink and exstacy's brink. Fixated and focused on the seconds that drip like hot wax on skin. Like slow deliberate raindrops fillin up a set of cups hand forged out of old pieces of tin...
you want to know...it's the nice and easy flow...
~moses apollo
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