Pagan Poetry
Pedaling through dark currents
I find an accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure in me
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
A secret code carved
In a palm of fingers
Form a pattern
Yet to be matched
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
Morsecoding signals
Pulsate
Wake me up
From hibernate
On the surface, simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
Is Pagan Poetry
Pagan Poetry
I find an accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure in me
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
A secret code carved
In a palm of fingers
Form a pattern
Yet to be matched
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
Morsecoding signals
Pulsate
Wake me up
From hibernate
On the surface, simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
Is Pagan Poetry
Pagan Poetry