18.4.12

Pagan Poetry




pedalling through
the dark currents
i find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me

swirling
black lilies
totally ripe

a secret code carved

swirling
black lilies
totally ripe

he offers a handshake
crooked
five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched

swirling
black lilies
totally ripe

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry

swirling
black lilies
totally ripe

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morse : coded : signals
they pulsate : they wake me up
from my
hibernate

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry

i ❤love him

this time
i'm gonna keep me to myself
this time
i'm gonna keep my all to myself

she ❤ loves him

but he makes me want to
hand myself over

she ❤ loves him

bjork

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