As the rhythm echoes in our tiny space
Your fingers reach out for my face
My feet hang in mid air
While I lay on you and stare
Into your soul, tender and pure
Obscurity cowed by the lightning cure
Torn between a ridging togetherness
Devoured by a cosmic semblance
Floating like a simmering dream
Above. Below. Beyond. And in between.
Your fingers reach out for my face
My feet hang in mid air
While I lay on you and stare
Into your soul, tender and pure
Obscurity cowed by the lightning cure
Torn between a ridging togetherness
Devoured by a cosmic semblance
Floating like a simmering dream
Above. Below. Beyond. And in between.