Late Night Stories
If you could feel what I feel
If you could taste the drought
Then come to me to heal
Flowers that turned to hout
You’ll see the sparkling stars
Feel the raging storm
Ask to lick my scars
And palm my dainty form
Earthquakes from the deep
Can turn you upside down
I’ll feel your sigh and leap
I’ll see your pleasure frown
Heavens in the weary eyes
Palms that firmly press
Decompose for astounding heights
Leaving lovely mess
