I kissed your blues away in the back seat of my pink Cadillac,kept your secrets to myself,and my love,locked inside your daydreams while you were at war.Summer had arrived,and I had my mind on a white Christmas and a new existence,wishing the world’s kind gift of sweet minutes away,until you came to my door,with your…

Blue, blessed moon,gentle, destined kisses beneath the stars,no longer alone,atoning for my lost, lonely hours with a dream that dazzles like the sun.Can you see how the moon changes when our lips meet?What do you think it means?Blue becomes a light lilac,and I become a rose garden,defying the dark night and the dead earth.

The room was crowded,chaotic,but our eyes still fulfilled their fate,finding each other,ocean colliding with ancient earth,our lips, colliding as the clock slunk past midnight.We cry and come apart together,daughters of Athena,Venus,born at war,adoring each other. Is this my destiny?

Flower picking under flickering lights,inhaling heaven,ingesting destiny,dancing to the soft song of my lover.Lightning strikes,violet delights are undisturbed.Her sigh is thunder,and I am the Goddess of rain.

You must have bribed the sandman,sent him a long list of demands,requests of a delicate nature,that he hammered into my hazy dreams.Something is in the air.Perhaps magic,perhaps destiny.It’s hit me like a stone,like a lightning bolt.You are a strong whisky, served to a weak girl,and I am relentlessly thirsty.