I stare as you tilt your head back/as golden light floods your laugh
I stand before you drunk on your joy/on your delight on such utter abandonment
Taste that gilded liquor slid past/my tongue sweet and heady.
XIII
I stare as you tilt your head back/as golden light floods your laugh
I stand before you drunk on your joy/on your delight on such utter abandonment
Taste that gilded liquor slid past/my tongue sweet and heady.