Let the words go
be honest with me...
MRS PROTHEROE
The Night Your Landlady Came To Your Room...
Like a drug- you consume me,
Blanket my eyes...
To be honest,
i dont know what to talk about...
Bathing in fire and fragrance
Feeling the ritual dances of the spirit...
In my dreams
I see you, a gentle beast...
In the Predawn of the Night
I hear your voice...
My beloved is a butterfly...
Tonight I aspire to love you my way
To love you with utmost passion...
Last night
I dreamt I was with her...
It's early now, it's still dark outside
You're still asleep, warm under the sheets...
It's cold now, the morning's dew
I opened my eyes and see your silhouette...