It is complex
It is warm


Take me back to that place
The special feeling where
It hurts to think

Where our hands move quickly and without regard
Suddenly
Before it's possible to tell

Take my hand
Lead me there

You are in control.



Yellow Space

It is rough
It is warm

Can't think here
But it's not the same

A primal being
Takes over
Impossible to think

I am in control.