Toking.

Toking

Lioness id like to buy some supplies we can head into the sun slip into the cracks slide down the tide to the tunnels of white cloud smoking in the sky till we fall into the golden brown waves what we looking for is life a leak on the river

light floating down stream to the sea
i was born in the rain
like a forest of trees dancing
waiting for the aching veins beneath my skin
to find a way back
to where i belong
inside your Amazon arms
away from harm
the centre of the storm
two worlds joined
to make a universe reborn
centre out of control
we stand in deep
on lines in the sand
we are forming
foam tastes in the moonlight
cant you speak
look into my eyes and see
i cant hide