mantra -> listen

listen [broadband] / listen[slower connection. radio quality]

i'd tear out my eyes, my skin and my heart and lay them on your hands, so that you could feel my you. i'd turn into ether that twist around you i'd bent and fold, i'd stretch and curve till my muscles rip up and bleeding become your bed, your rag, your altar, your womb, your tomb.
i 'd turn into breeze to blow where you are, to whisper our names like a lullaby