Just a dream
I'm above my problems
gliding in the ether
I wish your hands around my waist
hot like one cosmic heater
you're my hero wearing no emblem
I owe you a signature exhale
On your lips I'll leave seraphic trace
in the garden of Eden
I dreamt today of intertwined fingers
never apart like Adam and Creator
hark an angel has for us a tale
eternally bounded within Sistine Chapel
my fate feeds me with poisonous apples
Does it mean I'm Snow White
yes, the winter's paleness
Will you resurrect in my deep eyes?