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



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