The depression of sex and lies |
Your cadaver comes here, legs before you Striding forth, heart with the beast Your body lies, eyes black Sitting on steps to heaven’s door Inside we hide, searching the ocean, raw and wild Look into my dawn, my nights love Passion juxtaposed in ephemeral slopes Ride the wind in a caress, strike the stars held in my arms Beautiful me, I take to damp air Loose lips drip with heat, melting winter in every gasp Stalk from limb to limb, stomping little hands Tears falling to your chest. The grain of passive skin Obnoxious with cyanide suicide Feel me now, please touch what is left See what I felt, hanging time to dry in stale light Screams lost in willowing petals Approach me now, kiss my neck Choking on the lies that escape my lungs Hold the bones of these cracking reigns Crystal euphoric image sculptured in your flesh Erotic shivers sliver on the second floor Past the dreams on the first Hell shrieks as heaven sleeps I take you home when death turns on the radio The storms coming on now, we better go fast Ambience rings in my ears, I take you there Shameless vice of the shrewd sleeps Struggling for grace, in the age of today A child raised in a lion’s den, slumber now Just wait, soon I will be blind Sweltering concrete turned to ash Dust in my smoky mind Drift with me, I’ll take you home Feed your loins, your legs before you Screaming of dreams in cogent white Angels wept when god twisted towards the stranger Our bodies lie, with our legs before us |