My stomach that
Whisper your name.
They tickle my fancy,
They colour my
World in new shades.
They get to head,
Go to the heart and
Don't let me sleep.
I seek lullabies of
Of your lips in the dead
Of the night and
You appear like a
Holy voice that
Wash away my sins.
That's how you sing
Me to sleep these
Days.
And in half-dreams
I slip in better realms.
Only to wake up
Rinsed in starlight..
The butterflies again
And your name.
You're the enchantress
Who has stolen me
Away.