Poetae Opus

Purple Intercourse

Let\'s crawl over each other\'s flesh!

 

The room is filled of flames,

Floating in

The midst of our Faith;

 

In which no mouse will

Laugh

At the whispers,

Of our mouths;

 

Eternity is drawn,

By feeling such a happiness,

In our hearts;

 

Whereas Time is stopped,

As Incense flows,

In which we\'re allowed to smell it,

And let Optimism go;

 

Let\'s embrace our double nature!

 

Opposite poles attract to each other,

Just like red & blue auras reveal,

Such an inner conscience,

To advance,

To the individualistic stage;

 

In which the Wheel keeps moving,

Until we realize,

We\'re part of it;

 

Light will cure our sigh,

As long as our dance prophesizes,

The coming,

Of the Midday\'s Smile.