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Vous avez l'esprit aux talons.. (on
2001-11-08 17:34:00 (UTC)

Pagan Poetry in a Hidden Place

pedaling through the dark currents
i find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me

swirling black lilies totally ripe

he offers a handshake
crooked five fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched

swirling black lilies totally ripe

a secret code carved
in a palm of fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched

swirling black lilies totally ripe

morsecoding signals
pulsate
wake me up
from hibernate

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry

HIDDEN PLACE

through the warmthest cord of care
your love was sent to me

†I'm not sure what to do with it
or where to put it

i'm so close to tears
and so close to
simply calling you up
and simply suggesting

†

we go to that hidden place ∑


†now, i have been slightly shy
†but i can smell a pinch of hope
to almost have allowed once fingers
to stroke
the fingers i was given to touch with
but careful careful
there lies my passion hidden
there lies my love
i'll hide it under a blanket
lull it to sleep


i'll keep it in a hidden place ∑

he's the beautifullest, fragilest, still strong
dark and divine
and the littleness of his movements
hides himself
he invents a charm that makes him invisible
hides in the hair
can i hide there too ?
hide in the hair of him
seek solace
sanctuary


ME NOW: alright, stop singing. these are from her swan
highness, bjork gudmonsdottir or some other Icelandic name
I cannot quite spell out with the right accentuations.




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