Whipped dreams and sweet things, What the way I look at you implies. Envision me; a fantasy In this moment...There are no goodbyes. So meet me in my dreams,If that’s the only way.And I will give you the best of me,I swear it. Meet me under the sky,Behind my eyes.Where it is dark and quiet,But alive... With the perfect emotion, And utter devotion,I will take you all the way. In my embrace,Let me replace,The longing,That...
It was at the grist's mill, like I had seen a ghost,of the corn that stood, on the back forty grow,in green with eyes like onyx, as my pulse skipped a beat. Where tombstones sleep without a moaning peep,and the raven's nest where monks took keep,as the frost froze over the Dutch clover. And I felt a breath over my shoulder,while counting the sheep,turning around and saw my ghostly lover.
Taste Cutting the courgettes Snap, snap, snap Glossy green skill. Dicing the purple aubergine, Sweat it with salt Drain the bitter juice Eating together The lemon flavour comes punching through the underlying spice of mustard and cardamom seeds Next the earthy taste Of the potato Embracing the gently sweet taste Of the spinach Still with its vital life giving audacity. The rice is the tender And savoury setting Of the mod...
