Notes on Slow Dancing to a Question Mark / by Reckon

Hum Bar running from the street light shoulders illuminated
By the floating glowing haze elevated some distance
Under the space station

Legs mini blinds out of breath I could hum
I could hear them ankles buzz
Behind the hair drapes

I could smell them fingerprints
Inching down some distance
Over the crown evolved creation

just like that

strutting in

will light up the room