Aho you spring
my kiss full of bliss
my tender loving here in now
in this unfolding flower
in this subtle shower
of fragrances
of openness
of contrast to the rocky state of chest
of blossoming
I am begging for a blessing
the most soft that I can get
on the instrument I got in my hands
when I closed my eyes
here grows an angel inside
on the sound of harp
who else has golden hair
who shows me the field
with wild horses from above
besides the pond on a lily-leaf
grown out of frog sound?
My angel is in my fingers
in my lips in the breeze
around my locks
weaving wild unpredictable patterns
before the light of sun
Breathing through this sweetness
floating through creative space
all in your hands, my Love,
all in my thankfulness.
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