photo by Thư Anh

Sing me to the moon and
fly me in your arms..
touch me dear lavender!
scent me with your calm..

This evening seems unending
lighting up my path
to thoughts of hearts, of heart achings
…
pour me the bottle half!

Sleep waits in my carriage
dreams luring me in dance
my one step’s in Ireland’s..
another – in France.

Where are o you
amidst it all?..
come let’s brew some tea
we’ll paint the night with subtle lust
& stretch it till eternity!…

Heave me to the stars o love!
sing within my arms…
lavenders are asleep now
but ’tis ringing in Notre dam..

🥂

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