O Darling,
let me travel,
ride high,
caravan
aross your succulent-skin
painted-beautiful,
wander in the spirit
of your eternal soul.
So bright & vivid,
some of it plain India,
I am as a camel on the dunes
of an endless desert,
thirsty to be part of you,
lost in the pictures
of your eternal soul.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC
O Darling,
let me travel,
ride high,
caravan
aross your succulent-skin
painted-beautiful,
wander in the spirit
of your eternal soul.
So bright & vivid,
some of it plain India,
I am as a camel on the dunes
of an endless desert,
thirsty to be part of you,
lost in the pictures
of your eternal soul.
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