Your hands, lovely 
the alluring touch of my priestess
against the blackout of awaited doubts

When I come to you dearest 
singing love a thousand lines 
knowing you in a hundred poems
fetching flowers to your golden hair 

your breath, is the quiet sirocco 
dreams bear me on wings of dove 
smiles ripple as light killing dual visions 
lavenda call finds me in cloudy 
dreams unfading and songs unfinished

sleep as baby under golden wings 
of my beating heart
sleep as night on the snoring sky 
of my palpitating chest

I love you as the fire 
of the forceful glow of the stallion sun

I love my angel 
Faithful, timely like the hands of the clock 
Meeting the commands of the sun and moon 

I am waiting, deliver me  
from the velevet hands of beautiful witches
deliver me from the blood tryst of singing satans

They swore to strangle and sell me to the midnight shadows 
They promised taking away the door and our honey bowl
And steal the golden heart that places me in heaven.. 

Not giving benefits of doubt, I need catch always 
In the grand mirror of my heart and soul..