If I taste your mysterious creep, as precious wine,

Success of my soulful tongue in nighttime,

Will declare you earth of musical atmosphere, 

On turntables of my heart and senses;

Walls I built I hope you crush 

Like music in place, silly, sweet, and swift 

For switching rush as seven principles of ikebana. 

 

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One given moment speaks yearning for love we do not know 

Two stolen breaths found in ponds fondled trio of words grandeur 

Three minutes shy of forever differently in aging ages 

Four blindfolded senses come running nicely right.

 

Whispering moon petals owe promissory notes 

Broken eardrums of forgiveness prepare molten numbers 

Shattered pulsing realization puncture stroking revelations 

In love with your ghost flat with tuning turns of seas’ gladness.

 

Love came to shake us from the start and spears with spare 

Rancid love notes sparkle our stars in stat

Lyrics like bandaids carve and convey corny canvases 

Only time will tell art to blend into a common world.

 

Tears of crimson silk bloom day on paths of those chosen to laugh

Death greets me like a melodious hello sure as a name 

Cotton wool skies come if we do not as delightful as sunshine 

I awakened with April in company of its days each second alone.

 

From the belly of the earth, understanding fascinates us 

Your love gives me motion sickness in flattery’s truths

Each first reads between the lies in steeping negotiations 

Validities next as punctual colors in prime of their sensualities.

 

Two hearts one home would raise to race excitement 

Stolen breathes expire in speed of pleasurable essence  

Can you feel me building high roads of taste by side roads?

In swerves of virgin seas tasting the beach in their quiet waves.