I can show you the beauty of open silence.
Run your hesitant fingers over the grooves in the Mahogany tree’s bark.
Breathe me in.
For you are the breathless hummingbird,
the henna tattoo that curves through my skin
and the midnight traveler
wandering through the galleries of my mind.
Let your chest rise in time to the swaying stop lights
as you paint me with your fluid philosophy.
Your eyes are the backdrop of my daydream.
Breathe me in.
For you are the breathless hummingbird,
the henna tattoo that curves through my skin
and the midnight traveler
wandering through the galleries of my mind.
Let your chest rise in time to the swaying stop lights
as you paint me with your fluid philosophy.
Your eyes are the backdrop of my daydream.
