Silent appreciation
is overrated now
gotta let it out somehow
such beatific patience
when you go so slowly
so sweet you wanna know me
oh yes
deep
deep
intoxication
this rhythmic worship
it almost makes me wanna pray
oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah my
nakedness
is solely yours
but nothing burns me more
that this fleeing of my pride
from my foolish being
where I can't seek and hide
where I can't imagine solitude at
all alone all along
oh no
yeah it's like those cigarettes
you smoke afterwards, y'know, while I let
myself start to forget
and it's like that salt I used, remember?
seemed so soothing at the time
when removing that spilled red wine
from my soft sheets.
