The joy of your flesh
The joy of your breath
The joy of eroticism
In full Dore colour
The joy of your pant
The joy of your wonder
The peacock feather blaze
Cascades from your eyes
The allure of your rank
The game of your being
The forfeit you dare
The truth you're meaning
The fountain of violets
The typhoon of petals
The forfended case
Of revels and pageants
All of those feelings
All of those thoughts
All of those longings
All of those pearls
Sweeping voracious
Ecstatic and blissful
Treasure and citrus
Life giving honey
Wrap them in perfume
Bless them with kisses
Address them to no one
Who lives on the moon
The street is my sister
I've gone to the village
To forget you and let you
Disperse like the wind
Nobody knows
Where you come from
Nobody knows
She whistled and hummed
Nobody knows
Where you come from
Nobody knows
She
whispered and strummed.
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