In the midst of the summer she still dances.
Her body a wild creature and the fumes from her head
boiling steam in his body's skin.
Full front down the highway lies the city brighten by the lights.
Processions pass the street of his window
and tired he shoves the curtains.
While music plays and his body aches
smiling his done with mesmerizing.
Today shall pass for another day to last.
Memories are places to coexist with the present
if the single mind wise enough to disguise it. 
The bed to see beyond this terrain world.
Lights itself the cigarette and dreams come out yet:
Bliss.