*Flood of yellow lights
Rising from your navel,
I can sense euphoria, as
Darkness dies on my lap.
The universe is too small
Or our souls – enormous.
Let us both become sun,
Constant nuclear fusion
Will keep our love warm.*
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
*Flood of yellow lights
Rising from your navel,
I can sense euphoria, as
Darkness dies on my lap.
The universe is too small
Or our souls – enormous.
Let us both become sun,
Constant nuclear fusion
Will keep our love warm.*
