stuck in the middle with you
the Persian buttercups made biogeometry in me ‧ the beauty of flowers are in my body and soul ‧ even when divinities are dark, their breeze eliminates it ‧ the hidden geopathic stress, purifies my naturalness ‧ my happiness gets power, influenced gently by love ‧ stuck in the middle with you, in me blooms sensuality ‧ your lips sigh to me politely the poem of love in two ‧ so blame me, don't blame me, you are in me, i am in you