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
See me.
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
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