Nine more sunsets, bringing all
colors in all manner of
reds and blues and still
shots of yesterdays, collected
wants for all the tomorrows wished
for within the day
we become heart to soul, head
to hand, hip to lips, tongues to all
the skin we combine
Nine more times I awaken to
see you as novia before
we are a union.
Inside our thrusts come
the sighs we are, the colors
made durable by
one moment we are falling
deeper through the moist pink gates.
Moved from Eastern.
OM
colors in all manner of
reds and blues and still
shots of yesterdays, collected
wants for all the tomorrows wished
for within the day
we become heart to soul, head
to hand, hip to lips, tongues to all
the skin we combine
Nine more times I awaken to
see you as novia before
we are a union.
Inside our thrusts come
the sighs we are, the colors
made durable by
one moment we are falling
deeper through the moist pink gates.
Moved from Eastern.
OM





