Idea

idea 
the dream of whiplash 
the rustling of clothes. 
Stripped mask, 
bare skin, 
loose in time. 
I dive into the arms of longing. 
I hope the pearl to be found. 

too disarmament 
the idea of ​​flight, 
I'm like a butterfly 
beautiful and delicate. 
Without flowers, and honey; 
refreshing the water. 
The place of the current 
dwell, 
join with a friend 
the anger vibrating.