bella jacob and victoria la push strand

Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine

u love all sailors
But hate the beach
u say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach

In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour

Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow

Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
u breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait

In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour

I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
u change the station
Turned up the heat

And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair

In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour

In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour