We are children animals
singing
on the island palace
dipping our toes into the Nile River.
Birds incessantly chirp
along with the rhythm of my pen
and the echo of your voice
we share the same simulacra--
The music sways our bodies
like a candelabra--
We are dancing children,
solid ripples.
Smoke breath
under palm trees
the music cradles the shisha
into blissful oblivion
as we donate part of ourselves
to the space AUM.
We sing peach energy
surrounded by history
and vibrant banana yellow
and pink lemonade foliage.
We dance with the wind
between our bodies
pull us closer
until the sunlight disappears.
We are children animals
singing
on the island palace
dipping our toes into the Nile River.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
We are children animals
singing
on the island palace
dipping our toes into the Nile River.
Birds incessantly chirp
along with the rhythm of my pen
and the echo of your voice
we share the same simulacra--
The music sways our bodies
like a candelabra--
We are dancing children,
solid ripples.
Smoke breath
under palm trees
the music cradles the shisha
into blissful oblivion
as we donate part of ourselves
to the space AUM.
We sing peach energy
surrounded by history
and vibrant banana yellow
and pink lemonade foliage.
We dance with the wind
between our bodies
pull us closer
until the sunlight disappears.
We are children animals
singing
on the island palace
dipping our toes into the Nile River.
