31 August 2012
A fountain,
An explosion,
A rainbow motion
Of an unattainable mountain,
Drifting surrender,
Upon an ancient blessing,
Richly, tender, undressing,
To feel you close -
A touch too much,
Wandering hands in
forgotten lands,
Hold me again,
We'll kiss in the falling rain,
And make
passion from pain,
I need you,
so come here,
Run fast or I'll disappear.
Motion • Opuss № I