White Winged Thingwhite winged thingswimmer of the earthsoft soaring shifteri captured your soulflying lowgrazing my fingerswith soothing stillnessyou set me freesilent harmonyin the peaceful existencethat was you
A Short Love StoryYour tearsare the watery graveof my heart.
Straight Mouth Lift Your EndsStraight mouthlift your endsopen upand wideshow your secretsDisappeared laughtergive voicerelease the peal withinroll through meand outrumble my bodytorture my throatleave me gasping for airSmiling lipswelcomeyou're a vision of curvesgrabbing whistles as you strut bystay with melight my facechange the world
One Word From Youstripped downin a place of stuckleftwith a vow of adornmentlips sewn shutwith the thread of pridemy tongue picks at the stitchingand a single syllablewill not slipfor fear of further piercingbut, a wordone word from youwould spread the seam with a rip
To Become Onesnowflakes drift apartsideways in the white ocean-on land, become one