UNEXPERIENCED

SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELED, HEAVEN
IN ANY EXPERIENCE YOUR EYES ARE NOT TALKING
IN YOUR MOST FRAGILE GESTURE ARE THINGS THAT ENCLOSE ME
YOUR SLIGHTEST LOOK WILL OPEN ME
THOUGH I CLOSED MYSELF LIKE FINGERS
AS SPRING COMES YOU OPEN ME, PETAL BY PETAL
OPENING THE SOUL OF HER FIRST ROSE
IF YOU WISH IS TO CLOSE ME
I AND MY PETALS WILL SHUT VERY BEAUTIFULLY
SUDDENLY WHEN MY HEART IMAGINES THE SNOW CAREFULLY
EVREYWHERE DESCENDING NOTHING WE RECIEVE IN THIS WORLD IS THE SAME
HIS SEXYNESS TURNED ME ON
COMPELS ME WITH THE COLOR OF ITS COUNTRIES
RENDERING DEATH AND FOREVER WITH EACH BREATH
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT YOU THAT CLOSES AND OPENS ME
ONLY SOMETHING IN ME UNDERSTANDS
THE VOICE OF YOUR EYES IS DEEPER THAN ALL ROSES
NOBODY NOT EVEN THE RAIN HAS SUCH SMALL HANDS