Wednesday, December 28, 2005

jupiter

Venus demilo
In her half-baked shell
Understood the nature
Of love very well

She said, "a good love is delicious
You can't get enough too soon
It makes you so crazy
You want to swallow the moon"

Oh-oh, oh-oh, jupiter
Oh-oh, oh-oh, be still my little heart
Oh-oh, oh-oh, love is a flame
Neither timid nor tame

Take these stars from my crown
Let the years fall down
Lay me out in firelight
Let my skin feel the night
Fasten me to your side
And say it'll be soon
You make me so crazy, baby
Could swallow the moon

My hands are two travelers
They've crossed oceans and lands
But they are too small
On the continent of your skin

And wandering, wandering
I could spend my life
Traveling the length
Of your body each night

An anthropologist once asked a Hopi why so many of his people's songs were about rain. The Hopi replied, "Because water is so scarce. Is that why so many of your songs are about love?" ~ Gila: Life and Death of an American River