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
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
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
It’s pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(pulsate) from my hibernate
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It’s pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
….
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I’m gonna keep me to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I’m gonna keep my all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over
POESIA PAGANA
Pedalando attraverso le correnti oscure
trovo la copia accurata
una cianografia
del mio piacere
incisa in un codice segreto
[ gigli neri volteggiano sbocciano completamente ]
mi offre una stretta di mano
con cinque dita curve
che formano una trama
ancora da completare
la superficie e’ banale
ma il fondo piu’ oscuro di me
e’ poesia pagana
poesia pagana
[ gigli neri volteggiano sbocciano completamente ]
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segnali : codice : morse
pulsano : mi svegliano
dall’ibernazione
la superficie e’ banale
ma il fondo piu’ oscuro di me
e’ poesia pagana
…lo amo
stavolta
mi terro’ per me stessa
stavolta
mi terro’ tutto per me stessa
anche se lui mi fa desiderare
di cedermi