A Psychedelic Love Fuck Up

The horizons bleeding
And the clouds are melting
The rainbows made of silk,
And I really want to wear it

The sounds of your words are numbing my ears
The touch of your hand is burning my skin,
The river is inviting me to drink her watery flesh,
And I'm speaking to the fish in a language called love

The wind is drying my hair And making love to my body,
While the evening fog disguises a child,
That wishes to disappear and fly with the wind

You search me out and look to settle onto my bones,
Where I will find just as much pleasure,
Knowing I have the will to believe that you love me.