Like purple is to a girl such as myself, like the settling of summer into the base of my abdomen as the muscles twist to expel and receive. I sink as if after a weary search for something, sink into term-break slumber, to the pre-afterglow that means, and is the conception of, something more. A weight is lifted, and another swiftly seeps in to steal the hollow moment that leaves me shivering. A cycle starts spinning, in harmony with the other orbs that spread life. It is golden, light that is golden, sweet and deep as a baby's first feed. It is the moment when yearning stops, and continues on a divine plane. When everything you work for and look to is dissolved and gloriously expanded into a single smile.

If you could only see,
What love has made of me,
Then I'd no longer be in your mind,
The difficult kind,
Becuase babe, I've changed.

Now if you would only see,
What love could make of me
Then we'd no longer be in your mind
The difficult kind,
Becuase babe, I'll change.