Jan 6
and then,
I glide into the cradle of a fruit.
And I sleep under the glow of your lunar breast.
From this descent so deep, I emerge
To the silence of your thigh,
And for the sea storm.
I glide into the cradle of a fruit.
And I sleep under the glow of your lunar breast.
From this descent so deep, I emerge
To the silence of your thigh,
And for the sea storm.
