787 to 1.5
trade côtes du jura for amour nocturne 
michelin stars for unmarked doors 
witching hour confessions
paused affections
freedom, we set sail the sky, sea, concrete jungle
rides nowhere and everywhere, unspoken dance arounds
pretend it’s just the drink or line that made it seem like love
lie through crashing teeth and hungry tongues
breathe my skin, claw my clothes
hit the brakes baby, we sped over the limit
again again again

do it again.