and so here in our kitchen of butterfly kisses
and crushes and broken heart
i am feathers, pretty, dear,
so dear, you know that i adore you
you all bubbles floating always to the great big sky
oh the feathers of your wings tickle my fancy
in my dreams, so sweet, in my dreams
be love, have love, all love,
and the ache and want to dissipate
in a place so hidden in the heart
these dreams, these words, and still this place
together again, and these questions, this desire
and you can do just whatever it is you like
please, please, she says
oh if i had words to make so beautiful
always always for you
thank you for this beautiful sunday so dear
sugarcubes sweet stop the growl in my belly
so we sing and dance here in this kitchen always
chain of flowers for your curls, majesty
may crowning of me to thee
smoking ceegars, eating lobster
here on a pink cloud fit for the easter bunny
magic we are
mystery passage
into a ritual religion
sleepy again
my love
my queen
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