visual diary 44 _ a night with no moon
we walked arm in arm, but I didn’t feel his touch //
and my bat lightning heart wants to fly away //
I think I saw you in the shadows //
I move in closer beneath your windows //
who would suspect me of this rapture?
when I first saw you, I knew that you had a flame in your heart //
and under wild blue skies marlboro movie skies I found a home in your eyes //
we’ll never be apart
at the end_
go out to the old milestone, insanely expecting you to come there //
knowing that I wait for you there, that I wait for you there //
come here at once, on a night with no moon
The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted.
What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?
virginia woolf : jacob’s room