You lie in
my arms and look into my closed eyes
Trying to
define the lapse of understanding
How can you
form words to describe paradise?
And how can
you feed flesh that is so demanding?
I hear the
questions you ask with our mouth fully closed
Lips are now
bare its rich colors I hungrily swallowed
Our passion
an ocean that ebbs and flows
Paths
through darkness and drought our souls willfully followed
We stare
into the night counting tiles on the ceiling
Trying to
give reasons for questions unanswered
How can
words envelope what we are feeling?
And how can
you hear the lyrics if you are a dancer?
I hear the questions you ask as you pretend to sleep
I hear the questions you ask as you pretend to sleep
Hair undone
and clothes carpeting chairs and on the floor
Our ecstasy
a process to sow and reap
Paths of
bliss that nerves and flesh treasure and adore
You lay next
to me and I breathe your breath
Trying to
taste the thoughts that you hide in fear
How can
words define the rise and death?
And how can
lips speak inside here?
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