Touch me with a passion only read in fairy tales
Leave my heartbeat over my body to draw trails
Seal my breath with tender lips over parcels and parts setting sails
Touch me with a passion only heard in Love songs
Wipe away the thin thread between rights and wrongs
Lead my soul to where it ever belongs
Touch me with a passion only hidden in perfume bottles
Book me a room down your lap; I’m sick of cold hotels
Tailor me a religion away of old gospels

“Ecstasy” Painting by Tomasz Rut
Touch me with a passion only matured in wine jars
Take my hand and let’s dance beneath stars
Lock me down your heart so I can taste freedom behind bars
Touch me with a passion only sealed in longing-prayers
Play my beat like pro-guitar players
Hush my thoughts for a while like do, to crowds, powerful mayors
Touch me with a passion best played between an orphaned swell and a deserted shore
Touch me with that same passion just once more
Touch me to lose sense of time…then touch me no more.