I will take the sun in my mouth
I seldom walk but dance and pirouette in a foreign atmosphere love fits in this one like blue in the sky fills the curves of attractive clouds not dancing but laying with my flowers in the early morning hours watching the sun penetrate them peeling back trembling petals undressing gently with natural grace satiating with warmth until they burst and display a beautiful face to him again today he caresses them with long fingers before to night they all fall prey she is such an animal
he's so good at his craft
he's so good at his craft