there is a savior's handbag in my fridge

You linger on the Mediterranean,
chasing the sun,
waiting for the next target

dance backwards, darling
down the path to our promised dreams
we learned the religion of lovers leaving
butterfly love, sailor[s], salt-
the full-time dreamer
is alone in the dark.

so this is the path to paradise?
dreaming underwater,
when the moon shines?

you bend like the wave,
reaching [for] a darker side of love
(breathing the dark)
I won't let you go back
to the nightmare king

distant fires are
the colors of god's magic
waves of melodious color
are breaching the wall
on the last day of our acquaintance.

(i can make you love me)