kiss the palace on your lips

Ive realized that my hands are alive...
Im up and breathing away from you...
The last friday we made love on a indian carpet.
We were a part of a never ending cloud of freedom
It's funny how you realize that days can creep up on you
full of unknown expecations..
That day I was awaiting my already decided expectation.
Me and you on that indian carpet untied the rope
and cut it in half. Ill go to china ,
while you fly to san francisco
In my head I see you walk away..
while i grin with a half smoked ciggi....
I see myself in your head...
Strong and independent...
There is a mirrior between us, with the same reflection.
On the carpet..
You see mars reflect the history between us.

[submitted 09/02/03]