Underground

Sommarnatten skriker efter mig igen och bläckblommorna pryder mina födelsemärken och hur mycket älskar jag dig inte? "Bring flowers and ring them round her grass hair. Bring leaves from the mountain and boxes of air. Bring baskets of food and things you can share. And the moon will shine in her eyes. She will stand in the sea with her body like sand. And the dolphins will come kiss the palms of her hands; As she opens her soul to the water and land.. Her smiles will color the sky."