: If there is a troubador washing It is he If there is a man about town It is he If there is one to be sought It is he If there are nine she is They
: One hand love the other So much on me Born stubborn me Will always be Before you count One two three I will have grown my own private branch Of this
: 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
: (From the poem "Wade" by E.E. Cummings) I will wade out Till my thighs are steeped In burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth And leap into
: Treading The glacier head Looking hard for Moments of shine From twilight To twilight Ahhhhh... Utter mundane Aurora Goddess sparkle Shoot me Beyond
: She touched My arm And smiled One of these days Soon Very soon Love you 'til then Love you 'til then Feel my breath On your neck And your heart Will