When I turn my eyes in your general
Direction, and rest my gaze on your face
Or body, just for a moment; and in that
Moment, you catch my eye with yours,
Do you wonder what’s going through my
Head, what I’m feeling, why I’m looking?
I wish I knew. But it just happens. Ouch.
Signs van mount career vocabulary kill
Mouse jungle temple farm tractor skinny
Year hop beer garden burger jump deep
Plop bin great cook deer wool rose fuel
Happy boiling front grunt Doppler move
Stillness rain the grass sways in the wind
Twisted language presses conscience
Blowing horns fill the air ventilate sky
Beneath the dirt the creatures crawling
Now lift your hands and grasp the truth
Natural vibrations buzz through my
Skin. I feel your spirit coming into the
Room. This womb holds many memories
Waiting to be born. Hold tightly to your
Slightest dreams. Only you need believe.