sábado, novembro 11, 2006

Pagan Poetry

Pedalling through
the dark currents
I find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved : a secret code carved

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

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

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

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

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

Morse : coded : signals
they pulsate : they wake me up
from my
hibernate

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

I love him

This time : I'm gonna keep me to myself
This time : I'm gonna keep my all to myself

She loves him

But he makes me want to hand myself over

She loves him

(Björk)

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