O I Want To Love
O I want to love somebody
I need to love somebody
Sitting on the evening sand
Pouring the hearts gentle tide
Into a moon's sweet hand.
O tell her I am naked there
Without prohibtion from care
Or the inhibition of fear
I am laddled from the sun
In scent of her coming here.
O I am going to love somebody
My hands slowly like an old river
Laden with feelings instead of water
Moving from the mountain
Breasted against the sky
Flowing like a cool fountain
To the toes of sand dunes dry.
I am laden, I am laden
Heavily hang the delicious fruit
Eternal, truthful, faithful given
To the solace of the tongue.
Dear moon, before you unwrap
Your loins from the tenderness of clouds
I have a fragile soul
My tropic tongue has tasted not
Before, the nectar now my eyes behold.
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