Tuesday, December 1, 2009

garden grateful.

ill put a grateful record on,
our bodies are gunna touch.
ill turn you on,
real loud, ill turn it up.
let me feel you
become my muse.
im at home in your ocean,
im swayin with your emotion.
drifting back and fourth,
in a rhythmic pattern.
if i was a sound,
id follow you around.
if i was a dream
id find you in your sleep.
i danced inside your garden,
i kissed your flowers and trees.
i brought the sounds of nature
to its knees.
my naked body laying inside
your garden.
wrapped inside the
soft spring breeze.
like this constant cycle
that never seems to cease.




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