Silk touches, the feeling of moving time- Beneath me- Pearlescent swans with long baroque necks- Their beaks sifting into the outstretched- Newly terraformed heart- Cathedrals arches and pulpit sermons- I’ve proven nothing- The snake charmers on my Sunday stroll- Ignoring the faghags exchanging blow jobs and phone numbers- And bulletin boards posting new statistics and free giveaways- I’ve proven nothing- Alone, in those late night channel surfing meditations- Searching for that channel <COD charges may apply>- For some of that Tony Robbin's happiness- While the silk touches, the feeling of moving time- Transcend the changing moods in all my illusions- She comes and I stay outside- And wait for that packet of joy- Before we kick our shoes off- She and I, Bride and Groom eating and drinking wine- Baby suckle love in wanna-be glorious triumph- Love, love is there such a thing- I’ve long ago decided on mediocrity- Though, I guess the times come to reach out- And give her those red roses- I thought would never see the light of day-Birth sign: Libra
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