Where the scented lily opens.
I want to lie with your
black-craven eyes,
staring down at me.
Can you imagine this?
Touching you, with a
tempting fire lick.
And the whole of life,
in renewed again.
That blue moment
Where the scented lily opens.
I want to lie with your
black-craven eyes,
staring down at me.
Can you imagine this?
Touching you, with a
tempting fire lick.
And the whole of life,
in renewed again.
A Wandering Poet 