Your a blushing black sun
A whirling dervish
When you paint my lips
Sunrise in your eyes
Souls as big as oceans
A rose plume in a deep chocolate bass drum
Eyes pinpoints of honeycomb
Leading a storm of stars
Whirling lassos of light
Precious as I am
Precious as you are
We remember this place
The sacred to the temple.
My love beat into the drum
Beat into the drum my love
I am your sweetness, your holy lover
You are my black rabbit wind, you are one I treasure.
Changing, changing, always changing
That is the power
That is the shape
Giver of dreams
Don’t even think of showing me time
Here within, we belong to the soul of Inanna
Here within, I am an endless prism of transitions
The painter dips the brush into the moon and stirs the waters with a magician’s touch. The hawks are gleaming through their vision. The painter knows the direction This living road, where dreams are spinning songs into endless circles.
We would like to go up to andromeda.