Movement I: Bait

I have called you forth
To undress your fabrics of time

I collided with your mind
Of introduction
Which intimacy shall we
Slumber within

Movement II: Bedew

Essence has yet to the presence
Lost in the languages we speak
I am still looking forward to
The fantasies I cannot explain

Movement III: Bed mate

My love...

Cradle me alongside your spoon
Spelling out the twelfth letter in four – ever
Below the love that has been made

Jason PraTT

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balas-song/