At a timeless voyage
when you invite me to your kingdom
under the ocean we're sinking below the surface
following your shimmering path you're touching me
with fingertips made of sprite's blood and there it is,
we're coming to your world
your hand's clutching mine as soft as foam
your blood's drying my hair your skin's nourishing me as you're lying upon me
Suddenly the kiss turning sharp, as the timepiece chiming
Those pearls are so smooth, crawling down your cheek
Bubbles from your parted lips as you say
"We're not suppose to taste goodbye"
And as I lost you in heavy flow,
telling me to go faraway
reaching the edge
But I wont leave,
wont rise, I wont rise up,
after the nine spiral coils on my back
(2006)
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