Karin Andersen

Being you.

Is your skin mine is sun warm
Your fingers smell skin
Give me your eyes, lend me your words

In the sun dreaming, thought lay belly up
Skin warm, thinks of love
The air brushes, touches, plays

In spider webs my heart opens
Roses hide secrets
Brambles close its back door

Let me into your heart
Your heart beats faster than words
Gardens tangled, ghosts concealed

Gardens tangled, ghosts concealed
Your heart beats faster than words
Let me into your heart

Brambles close its back door
Roses hide secrets
In spider webs my heart opens

The air brushes, touches, plays
Skin warm, thinks of love
In the sun dreaming, thought lay belly up

Give me your eyes, lend me your words
Your fingers smell skin
Is your skin mine is sun warm

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