my dream

I\'m trapped in the web your love
Your think will not let me go
Let me again be your dove
Don't think of me as your foe

Oh love, don't make me scream
Your lovely name in my dream
You\'re my flame, my flowing beam
You're my only heavenly gleam

I\'m the same rossy, cant you feel
The coldness of my seeking hands
Cant you hear the same soothing song
Flowing out of my red lips bands

If I cant wear the summer cloths you bought me
It\'s for I have two wounds on my fairy wrists
Oh my love, if you hate the wounds I made
You can still love the smell of breasts

Your love is the eagle of the sky
Let me be the sight of your eagles eye
Let it being its victim remain my only try
Oh love, just smell my flower before its dry

Why don't you seek my eyes again
Do you want my sky rain
Don't you know I\'m that flower grain
Left in middle of stain

Yes I\'m the subject of my poem
A confused dove in tie
Which just for you it can roam
Which just for you it will die

I need you love, I\'m so sick
It\'s not my fault, I\'ve born with pain
But still I can touch and lick
The cries of yours to make you fain

I\'m no more than a cold calm lake
Break my silence again, be my swan
Give me your seed, I will take
Let me be the whitest mother of your son