imagination_of_love_ werewolf open, close, open, close jazz music in the room we left behind. your arms around my neck as if you are delirious and wounded. and you feel i am taking you back in time to some imagination you had of what love is in the morning - you will turn and stretch like puzzle pieces realligning picasso to van gogh and you will kiss me as if to say as if to lament either drinking or returning to sobriety but not both. 040616 what's it to you? who go blather from