Tears in the well
The afternoon was laughing...

Let them talk what they want
Don't listen to them...

Lick my lips tenderly wild,
Share my soft naked skin...

Life is giving and sharp
With thorns like a rose...

To mature to the swing
Young enough to sing...

Afternoon daydreaming
Softly leaning my head...

I am not born, yet born of dreams,
Made of finest fabric, to cover your body, once...

I am sitting in my normal place,
Looking out on the neighbors garden...

The diet
Standing in the kitchen...

I want to praise you
Not only for your good look...

I feel our hearts
listen to our rhythm...

The skies are frozen after the storm
The air is silent after my dreams...