I will wade out, till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers, I will take the Sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air,
Alive, with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls, Will I complete the mystery of my flesh, I will rise, after a thousand years
lipping
flowers and set my teeth in the silver of the Moon.
A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor. My name's Jade and I'm just living out the music de punk.
