Come with me under the bed sheets and write poetry in the language of flames and discover the secrets of our hearts beyond the hunger of our flesh and let us fade away from memory of what you are and who I am
where we become a single vibration and song within the rhythm of love and here below the blue kiss of the moon and in the warm golden fires embrace of the sun and under the silk skin of the stars
we become the current and tow within the indigo rivers of eternity flowing through the endless space of time and death inside the skull of a lost god dreaming of mermaids
singing to the girl sitting at the edge
of the falls at Oceans End