Treasure Island

twilight by the river


First Time Love


As lights fade out
let's start our magical dance
Let's get lost in our jungle
And taste the sweet nectar of our inner beasts
the jungle voices are so loud,
ferocious,
and insane.
The apples are ripen,
hard and firm.
The sacred flower is blooming
in a crazy pink shade
in desperate yearn to kill its long thurst
with the floods,
this time the floods refresh the flower
water it delicately and savagely.
Let my body be your map, your compass
that will guide you into everywhere.
Go deep, deep, into the wilderness
and discover and drink the sweet honey of life!

Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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