Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Tenderness

The oil lamp's flickering shine has become
our very own sun
In this paradise far away
from Eden
That belongs to you and me after
everyone has fallen asleep

And your perfume speaks of
gold, of desire and love
Of oils enriched with Babylon's breath
as they bathe your skin in the glorious shine
Of my praises about your divine beauty
and your quiet sighs

Let me hold you and listen to your garment's chants
Let me worship you and hear your heart beating
just for me
Let me smile at you and get lost in your eyes
Let me kiss you and taste the heaven
on your lips

My everything.


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