Subtitles, Sept

I'll take that lamp that lights a room like the sun scallops the sea

I'll take those jewels, eyes swallowing the narrow face of no one's house cat

I'll smoke the dope that makes me tremble w/o sauce

I"ll buy the political theory that evaporates from inside a board game hourglass

Forget about my type. Kick his ass

I'll take the blanket textured like sand caught in the heat of your neck

I’ll take the night, capsize it to cover you

I’ll take that lamp that cools a room like the moon wingtips the sea

I'll give you double for that wabi sabi undergarment/Monday afternoon

One day you'll give me that long Satyricon stare which is why I practice writing dialogue