Thursday, 8 March 2012

stars in the mirror


Crush me with your naked feet.
Pulp my grapes and let the juice out
put me in a deep cool cave,
turn my bottle by a quarter,
every time you come and visit,
Only you, my languid lover
can turn me into fresh champagne
and drink me pink on a lump of sugar.

I’ll never be the same
Taste me like a chase of new vine,
made from a breeze
blown by the sun.
You are a miracle, you are eternal,
You are the missing part of my soul.
Let me bathe in your languid purity.
Take me with you – let’s go home
Steal my freedom - on the wind

I wanna feel your breath like hookah smoke,
going up my nostrils and down my throat.
I want to feel your molecules
dancing inside of me.
I wanna be a breath in your veins,
struck by fateful timing
like the spark that starts the flame.
You’re holding my fate
with delicate precision.
I wanna be with you, in love, of love,
from love & loved
like gustav holst and bob marley
I'm not ashamed to say i love my love
lit by the holy light of this present moment
& the intimate force of unbridled connection
unfolding our orbits
like stars in the mirror.
Crush me
And stone me.





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