Alis Volat Propris

Cigarette kisses
Skateboard hearts
Chasing shadows
Watching mountains
Move
His heart, this heart,
Beats slower
Moves
Slower
Avoiding feeling
Can’t helping thinking
At night he holds me
My Indian boy loves me
He tells me I’m brighter
He says he’s a rock
But he feels like a stream
Flies like a crow
Smells like a valley
Can’t helping feeling
All that he’s feeling
At night we’re together
He settles my heart