practicing french
thanks flightoftheconchords
ten senses woven in the fabric of the vine
so now the winds of sunshine’s warmth cross o’er the path of day
on skin alive and touched by eros dream
new tantalising visions billow gentle zephyr
through eyes longfingertips and spine
have you held a moment cupped in silence
each crafted note of flute and string to hear
brings conscience upward to the present
reach deep rich memories to bear
eros stand beside love’s subtle music
encircle spirit lust and lover’s airs
zeal to reach and touch the phantom other
express my hope that love is in the air
