Music playing in wide, open, complex harmonies,
Refulgent breeze brushing your pungent thighs,
Kisses as warm and true as the sun,
My breath is your breath
Just don’t make any promises because tomorrow comes
And everything changes on the turn of a dime.
Don’t yearn for anybody but yourself because you are all you’re assured of.
Attach to that.
Don’t say “No.” to me because I’m right.
People disappear within minutes as do things of Earth.
It is true folly to hold on tight to anything or anybody.
Just let go, let the wind blow,
And don’t make any promises to me.