pedalling through

the dark currents

i find an accurate copy

a blueprint

of the pleasure in me



swirling

black lilies

totally ripe



a secret code carved



swirling

black lilies

totally ripe



he offers a handshake

crooked

five fingers

they form a pattern

yet to be matched



swirling

black lilies

totally ripe



on the surface simplicity

but the darkest pit in me

is pagan poetry

pagan poetry



swirling

black lilies

totally ripe



morse coded signals

they pulsate : they wake me up

from my

hibernate



on the surface simplicity

but the darkest pit in me

is pagan poetry

pagan poetry



i love him



this time

i'm gonna keep me to myself

this time

i'm gonna keep my all to myself



she loves him



but he makes me want to hand myself over



she loves him