| let me sit gently on this aching mountain, find a sutra to sooth me, a river to wash me, a way to begin this genesis again |
| other means let's find a catheter that fills your soul so you can pour into me and fill my empty shell well enough that I can feel your glory |
| liquid sighs I regret passionately the words that slip with my breath vodka gasps and empty rasps it is hard to believe I can feel again |
| waking up never will I be the fool again with aching soul and gemless coal never shall my heart be shed again against unrequited skins |
| morning shower scrub my skin heartily for my heart and indulge me in tepid waves of infectious cleans and drowning sorrows |
| amusing muses so she wants to play hide and seek gotta play like a child and amuse myself with an innocence breathe like a poet and write with a fever's fervor |
| for j II I let go of what I hold in turn for a simple search of breath that I'll feel dampen my skin when he contains my pleasure in his dreams and I'll have to surrender only one more to him before I'll feel that I've won For J it always pours heavy and honey but I try to keep it true one of these endless nights there'll be no thoughts of you like this on my mind elaborately scribed but simply read one of these nights I'll be over you |