23.12.14

Salome.

 I was Salome, 
you were Jokanaan, 
I threw for you my seven veils...

But never kissed you in the sea,
 
 I stood unclothed, your shore was gold,

 your sun was black, I wore my shades,

 and took from you your seven blades.

 I was Salome, 
you were Jokanaan,
white was your skin, 
  black were my nails...

 N' what if I've seen you in a dream,
n' what if I swore we've kissed before,






some myths are bound to never change
till all the letters rearrange...

Here is my heart up on a plate,
well, won't you share your lovely hair?

Baby, I'm told, I'm growing old, so,
let my just hold your gentle air...


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