...as palavras dos sons...

pedalling through
the dark currents
i find an accurate copy
a blueprint of the pleasure in me

swirling black lilies totally ripe
a secret code carved

he offers a handshake
crooked - five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry - pagan poetry

morse : coded : signals
they pulsate : they wake me up
from my hibernate

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry - pagan poetry

i love him
this time
i'm gonna keep me to myself
this time
i'm gonna keep my all to myself
she loves him
but he makes me want to
hand myself over

Pagan Poetry - Björk