While you were tying blue flowers to the clot of my hair  I moved about impatiently  As if it didn't matter  Meandering like a little girl  I swiveled through the gazing trees  Oblivious to the thread that knotted up our dreams  It was a dark night when the oceans called I was cradled in a bubble you had just breathed with life  Floating across our jittering timeline  It landed half shot into a mountain peak  What a pity, what a pity.  The bubble that carried purity was rendered bleak.  So when I fell, it took less than a moment You lit a fire to cook your meat I fired my parachute to pull me away But the voracious flames charred my feet What was meat, was I meat  You often whispered, you liked me raw.  You emerged like the mellow shades of morning  Resting on a street bench Hands stretched on your sides  Glancing, smiling  And I swam in like a sea of autumn leaves Rustling over you  Clogging your senses  Romancing your lit