you give me fever...

Disconnected from physical world of humanity i stand whit my arms hanging and my head turn down…

Toss hair, open mouth, naked breasts…so vulnerable, along… waiting

Spring rain makes love to my skin, sun, wind, soiled grown, but not human hands…

I look up and pray to skys, listening to birds building live, I see trees spreading shadows one my shoulders.

I feel how het in my womb spread itself to rest of me; seek shelter in cherry trees shadows, salvation nowhere to found.

I scream your name when fury of loaning after you seeks stars in dawn.  

Women… your women… going half crazy in the spring rain waiting for you to take away that fairer before it destroy her soul, once for all…

For you to lend some silver peace just before you rock me to sleep, whispering words lovers do.

Close eyes, open mouth, wide open heart…counting days until

/izzy