Vertigo

The hidden pleasure, silence naked
only the wind noise cutting through your body
the love breeze.

A skin poem in half-light
tangled trap
walking slowly and without looking
as if waiting to fall
as if waiting to fall.

So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.
So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.

Even without looking at you, with eyes closed
touching alone I can feel you more more more
walking slowly and without looking
as if waiting to fall
as if waiting to fall.

So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.
So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall.

fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall...

So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.
So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.

So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.
So sweet is the vertigo
fall, fall, fall.