“are you coming with me?” a quietus sigh, broken by fractured shy your body, temple, is a treasure to be dreamed whirling, twirling, so empowered at yearning the yellow so brightly as the pink knots entwining your body, temple, is a treasure to be dreamed
hold down control, again you make me whole with your bone-moon skin and soul
you know how to stitch bliss bright (soft with light) oh! i fall from the start you know how to do it right (twirl it tight) oh! you braid up my heart
“will you allow me to breathe?” a twisted flair of sun-blind gorgon hair your body, temple, on the silky milk white screen pearling, swirling, inside butterflies churning red-orange in so deeply as blue hue so defining your body, temple, on the silky milk white screen