I smell your presence on a dew drop...
My fingers, perceptual entities of your deep surface.
Charged particles,
In this glowing medulla of mine.
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My spine shines with joy.
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My spine shines with joy.
I'm a flower, undressed in my petaled skin
I'm a stroke, silently crossing the sky
I'm a spell, unravelling and weaving time to time
As your sound moves the space around,
As the birds shape the flexible boundaries of the sky,
We make love flow
We make life bloom
In a blink of eternity
In this infinite instant
Staring us back
