Our shadows tossed
on cold dew grass...

I cling to you,
you drain my life away, oh...

I will show you
the universe in a clover leaf...

Nighttime in San Miguel is teeming and rich
and swirling with twilight. The sun fades...

Alone within this evening bright,
am I...

Shocked, because there
in a twist over my shoulder...

I had a dream last night that you were a zombie...
like sharks'eyes...

If this, my pen,
could rightly scratch the surface...

We danced
in broken waltzes...

Your lips, they are too fierce for this earth,
showering grace and inciting devotion...

Looked upon by angels
with polyester wings...

All through the evening I chase you
from couch, to wall, to floor...