La Mi

in
the far fields
of fairyland
deep down
in
my limbic strand
u are hidden
in
the forbidden area
of my personal
sacred honoraria
and
my solid
secret sanctuary

your soul
is
like a song
so right and
in
the mean time
so wrong
to keep
her along
she
must be freed
from
any need
by the burning fire
that
she aspires

your body
so
earthy and full
but still like
virgin wool
longing
for
the soul
to express
the bless of caress
waiting
for
the wedding dress
and the children
to bless