I want life . . .
To brush up against my bosomTouching me directlyI want life to rub up against my facelike the wind blows through my hairI want life to engulf meMaking every cell vibrate
. . . where the breath of life moves!

To brush up against my bosomTouching me directlyI want life to rub up against my facelike the wind blows through my hairI want life to engulf meMaking every cell vibrate