Voltaire – Ravens Land

Ravens land upon her hair

Clouds adrift on her skin

Asmile that tugs upon my soul

and whispers gently in my ear.

Eyes of honey look me down

Lips like roses line her mouth

Steely arrows in the air

are wilted flowers at her toes

and if you ask me how i know

what she looks like i will tell you,

“she left yesterday.”

Eyes are east and lips are west

pulls my head against her breast

Logic, north and Lust is south.

pulls my fingers to her mouth

Legs as firm as canyon walls

from leaping high above the moon.

When she drifts down on the air.

the groud can’t wait to kiss her toes.