just call me Mr Lucky:
When the wind lays down overnight..
just call me Mr Lucky:
Billow me, pillow me.."
just call me Mr Lucky:
the perspective of time...
just call me Mr Lucky:
"To write you in words, is to put a veil upon you. Why must I write, when I can kiss you instead?”
just call me Mr Lucky:
“When the flames of our flesh have stopped burning,”
just call me Mr Lucky:
“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn?"
just call me Mr Lucky:
"His words leapt from the page, piercing her heart like tiny arrows.."
just call me Mr Lucky:
"So the nymphs they spoke, we kissed and laid. By noontime’s hour our love was made."
just call me Mr Lucky:
like tattered souls...
just call me Mr Lucky:
on tippy-toes she comes a-dancing in the sunlight..