Am I deranged in my love for you!
Orange moon make me not
A prisoner to your glowing
All for the answers to bow
Down on bended knees I need less
Little of nothing but only
Tenderness
Leave me not with the
Rotting ghosts on the floor
Reminiscent of past life love
If we break the ice might we
Also be found drowning
Together
Keep on lying to me
Before I change my name
Handle me with noble gestures
Give me both of your hands
Warm sun at my back
Early morning could be
Left with nothing warmer
Than the touch of your heart
Abandon me parched
Situating your softness
At the tips of my fingers
A smile and sweet eloquence
Find my voice and pick it up
Off the floor
© GÄ
Poétique 