Pagan Poetry

pedalling through the dark currents
i find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me

swirling black lilies totally ripe

he offers a handshake
crooked five fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched

swirling black lilies totally ripe

a secret code carved
in a palm of fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched

swirling black lilies totally ripe

morsecoding signals
pulsate
wake me up
from hibernate

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry

by Björk