Soothing…
So soothing
Is your hand in mine
And your lips and your smile
And those wrinkles so fine

It is soothing
So soothing
Is lying, soul naked,
In your perfect body
‘Till some demon questions:

How can I
Who am so raw
Deserve such pleasure as this?
How could one,
Such big a flaw,
Feel like the wind through the trees
While he dances with you
In some high mountained rock
And believes to have found
All to which his existence is bound…

Am I worthy of something so beautiful?

I’m not even sure of what “worthy” means…

Does my mind need my body to hand kill a dragon
So I can be loved without pain?

Why does it feel like cheating
To be held by such beauty as you?
Why does it feel so good and so bad and so pleasantly sad…
Why does all perfect turn blue?

Still soothing…
So soothing
Is your hand in mine
And your lips and your smile
With those wrinkles so fine

It is soothing
So soothing
Is lying, soul naked,
In your perfect body
Just hoping this won’t go away…