Hmm.. this one just 'came out of my head tonight after a friend's Birthday curry night out'. Bjork is so clever in putting feelings into words, when you're hopelessly 'in love' it brings a sort of violent and manic energy, that feels wild and crazy but wonderful, all the same.....hence my little, gorgeous poem...
Hopelessly fallen
This angel
Of desire
Burning...
Inner fire
Of love.
Black against skin,
of purity.
Red hidden
But shining through,
amongst black.
Only you
Will know
The meaning
Of the contrast
and where it led.
Fruit of love
Feels like heaven,
Amongst the hell
Of what Blackness - often means..
But blackness, when with you
Is light, red and beautiful.
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