Nights songs tickle my feet
Leaving me breathless
Beneath a starry landscape.
Naked on a rock
Your mouth to my breast
The old owl hoots in delight
Seeing us, young and naive
Vain lovers needing only
The mountain's breathe to warm us.
I lie back on the thorny stone
And I eat the stars
As you eat me.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Nights songs tickle my feet
Leaving me breathless
Beneath a starry landscape.
Naked on a rock
Your mouth to my breast
The old owl hoots in delight
Seeing us, young and naive
Vain lovers needing only
The mountain's breathe to warm us.
I lie back on the thorny stone
And I eat the stars
As you eat me.
