The Soft Collision - Machines Of Loving Grace

Soft now*

The lips that drag me down

Soft now

Until I hit the ground

The night is soft

The light is soft

And I don’t want

To wear this off tonight

Sleep alone

Seems to me

The virus bleeds

Soft now

She played her love scenes well

Soft now

I should have sensed the sulphur smell

Soften the blow…

Finger to tongue, tongue to finger

Honey smear

Finger to tongue, tongue to finger

Finger to sear, sear

Soften the blow…