Lotus Flower

My lotus flower, We cannot feel tonight.

Inside our arms we soothe our battle wounds

And quietly we are shaken shaken wherever we are.

What the pensive moment, I think is – is.

The wasted moments never are, never are, everything is calming

How majestic – in our own way.

All alone in a room full of moon

Our bodies wrestle with movements

And climb mountains without any gear.

I’m warm in the pocket of my ideas

I am hers – every last cell. Every incredible thought.

What we want - what we want

our blankets fly 

are clothes tear 

but the moments glare

falling from above a high cloud

slowly the rapid dash of shade 

losing hail

and every amount of jade

is yours - just keep me being 

keep be desiring 

lust me the love for life 

inside the body of ours - how destructive 

green 

fall under the rosebuds 

and collect the pollen 

for we.