Meta No.4

In the licked
Red lolly hallway
There's a door
At the end
Lurid carpet on the floor
Built in suspense

The first time
That I saw her
Was in that room
Among the killers
And the lovers
In their private booths

With one foot on the leather
She lounged
Looking unimpressed
And climbed in
To my fantasies
As the night undressed

And sometimes
I wonder
If you ever dream
Of me

And the next thing I knew
I was

Sinking in
To obsession
Love hid
In each crease of your dress
As cigarette smoke climbed the stairwell
Just north of your neck

Screwdriver backwards
Lettering
And the tell-tale glances
Televised
On the mirrored walls

My heart is
Open plan Hollywood hills
Bungalow-esque

But locked
Like our lips could be
Is your love's caress

My soul
Trapped in your shadow on the floor
Part of the
Symbolic decor
At Meta No.4

And sometimes
I wonder
If you ever dream
Of me

Sometimes
I wonder
If you ever dream
Of me



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Thornton
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