Friday, May 14, 2010


Hold me while my wrists stay locked in chains;
As my fingers lay dead,
and your nose presses against my ribs
I want you to breathe with me.
That sweet, hot heat blown down
d o w n
d o w n

(make it heavy

Follow each beat and blink
a blink for a beat
and a beat for a bang

Slowly glide your two fingers into my
spine; continue off path for a while
until I unleash myself.

(I want to be free from you)

tug my chains, rough
and I'll touch yours gently.

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