Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Lover of the sun
We make love in a thousand leafed lotus.
Here, heavens shower and I pluck moonshine from Shiva’s toe.
I swirl into a mystery lake. In your heart.
I am the brightest bud but you have to be the sun to