M83

Kiss on the mouth
bliss of a touch
hand in a hand
killing the fiend
i'll write my love on more than a
thousand weeping willows
a walk on your voice
so far, so close
a whispering child
so far, so mild
all the colors mixed up in
falls of rainbows
tears on your neck
holding you near
sparkling shells
three comet tails
hoping for some magic to make your heart
beat next to mine