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