Drawn night, summer night
the sky above Montpellier
Venus, breath over hills
Nothing less than spring

Silver needles, delusion-less
and windless awake
right next to the waterfall

The springs steam with love
enraptured with love
atoms of love
Expressions, fragments

of we, elementary particles
mystical body, secret body
of this second

The blue butterflies live
on honey from the magic world
of changes -

the rain and shine
and the wing beats
of all the bodies

with more or less happiness
suffered injuries and tears
for unwelcome outcomes

I massage my aching belly
full of vampire moths
As long as I live

blue butterflies will
fly up from the womb
of my affection

The ecstatic heart-

brake in that opera song --


while we're having ***.

Watch out, love wants all

your attention and to go --


to bed in good time.

Love wants to explore

the whole world together, and --


likes to live at home.

You know where to, all those rivers run to?
To the oceans my love, to the oceans of love.
Ever thought of the waves?
What fortunes they seek?
It is to come home to you
Least For a sight of your shores
To reach and touch on your laps
Even if I vanish away,
Dear I'll be whole.

If it's not water that you come to give, then I don't want your negative. 
Give me light, give me that positive. Yes, that will suffice. 
Bounce them off of me and together we will rise
from the lower state of which we came, for we were always meant to live right.
O remember to let love flow, and watch it be the current to electrify your light bulbs, helping you to see the truth that's been inside.
In a world of war and so much pain, let the healing hands of love be magnified. 
Speak the words and touch those who hurt by sending those uplifting positive vibes.
More than just skin and bones, for those who dont know or forgot...
remember you're a vessel of the most high.

I can lose you in the crowd-
I can lose you in a train of thought.
I can lose you to the errant sock
the wallet left on a table,
that last marble down the vent.
I can send you down the wrong path
send you packing-
send for your belongings.
Send you away.
I can deliver you safely.
Deliver you to the doorstep
Sign off on your delivery.
I can get carried away by you.
Carry your grudge.
Carry the weight of the relationship.
I can blow off to the westerly wind
Blow up, Low blow.
Blown away.
I can mark the days
The mark of the beast
market day and slip away.
But I can't remember how to not love you.
Can't remember how to stop hope.
How to turn off faith.
I can't remember how not to look for you
in the crowd-
how to not listen for your laugh or your key in the lock.
I could lose you-
but I could not ever resist you.
and that's really the thing about it, isn't it?
Only one of these sentences matters.
Just one.