Dreaming of masked faces
Mysterious songs with my lyrics
Words become purple visions
I see through orange chakras
Face the light and open my arms to the sky
The vast ocean is my mattress
And I feel the world invade me
What are you doing to me?
I don’t know. I’m sitting here watching how lovely you look without makeup, without clothes, without the sun’s brilliance. I can’t even concentrate on my thoughts.
How do you do that?
And note that you can be poetic at the best moments.
Be so raw.
And your smile becomes my smile