smell of sweet fresh oil on
skin
when you move on me like the
tide coming in --
making contact...
so many ways to understand
one for every woman and man
been that way since the world
began
i hear the drumming of the
surf and i have to dance
stepping to the rhythm of
circumstance --
making contact...
i feel so huge -- i feel so
small
i feel so good i want to swallow
it all --
making contact...
making contact
swimming in an ocean of love
making contact
swimming in an ocean of love
we move together like the
waves
swimming in an ocean of love
every night and every day
swimming in an ocean of love
one world -- one human race
swimming in an ocean of love
one kiss from a smiling face
swimming in an ocean of love
see that sign coming into
view
swimming in an ocean of love
mother sea welcomes you
swimming in an ocean of love
making contact...
(TOBAGO JANUARY 1984)
Marco Giunco |
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