Movement I: Bait
I have called you forth
To undress your fabrics of time
I collided with your mind
Of introduction
Which intimacy shall we
Slumber within
Movement II: Bedew
Essence has yet to the presence
Lost in the languages we speak
I am still looking forward to
The fantasies I cannot explain
Movement III: Bed mate
My love...
Cradle me alongside your spoon
Spelling out the twelfth letter in four – ever
Below the love that has been made
Jason PraTT
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balas-song/
