| Dancing Demon I never see your face anymore, I can only feel your hands. Oh, the things you'll do to me, even when you're not around. Dreaming, warm dreams. I can't hold myself back, when I think of your body, but I find myself resisting, when I think of not knowing the thought behind your moves, the heart behind your racing beats, the soul behind your layers of sweat. Touching, steam touching. Within your hardened frame, is there anyone there who smiles? If I were inside you for a change, would I be in love? Or would I see the emptiness, like waking up, and seeing no signs of you at all? Without your clothes, you keep yourself covered, never stopping to explain. I don't ever see your face, I don't ever know your eyes, I always move down, I never look up, so that I never know what you really are. Stripping, cold stripping. I feel I am dancing with a demon, whose hooves will leave me scarred. I can't simply stare up and search all over your face-- will I see glowing eyes? I'm terrified you will sneer with hate. Will I see a knife in your tongue? I never felt it before. Shaking, bitter shaking. But let me give you pennies, I am lending you my soul. I have given you my body, you have lent me the use of yours. I will kiss away your evil, I will melt in your fire, you will cool to my devotion, you will laugh, love, and stay. Wanting, naive wanting. |
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