A river passes by
saturating the dry
red earth below.
Tunnels are saved,
caves are lost.
Who let you in?
A swamp above,
a basin of love,
a sound forgotten.
It floods the core,
It melts the rock,
a lie revealed.
Filling my mind filled thick like a sauna,
marinated with wine plenty in the cellar,
oil on canvas dried brush thick in yellow;
it's me who grows this time.
Pollinated hives dress the wind with nectar,
one soothing cry calms the silence forever,
coins jingle by in the cup of a beggar;
it's me who grows this time.
The way I see
I'm arid mars,
and down on me
your Venus flows,
and I can feel
scary and new,
and I can feel
you all around,
and eventually
you will be,
a part of me
and we'll both turn,
into something free
together now,
just you and me
so much to show.
