Saturday, January 21, 2006

Rude awakening

I don’t have room for more love in me
But I’m a fancy licker

I sit behind you and do those things you never dreamt of
Rude, but not imposing

And you come, and come
Then I purge you, blackout

You yell and you sigh and you sing
I play along the cord

Your’e muscle, your’e clam
It secretes a vague dream

Senseless and alive
I don’t need to touch you anymore

You are already there


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