alone in a netherworld of dead flowers & fairy tales nightly i scream your name the floor of this room is strewn with skulls & thorns i must run from here far away to lands of cool dark skies & girls with arms that open to hold me & never turn away
i kiss your feet. i fall into your voice
72 black-eyed girls & a string of beads
we'll live in a home of clay - a river temple. we'll plant melon cactus outside our window & i'll feed you black bread, honey & butter we'll paint mystic scenes on each others thighs: 8 dragons & winged beasts
we can run to the vast hidden past of the earth
a rose garden full of violet-eyed virgins sunlit courtyards moonclouded skies & stars in our hair
in the glow of dusk we share strange kisses long soft personal
come with me forget your ruins & your desolation
the hills will melt the mountains will drip wine i will cry inside myself