desire is an enigma rearing heads razing beds and god, the stigma enough to make pretend that you never felt the fire never used it to inspire never wanted to get higher like a vocal by Meg Myers
a falsetto in stilettos piercing hearts robbing temples unheard prayers or the little death that holds you in your final breath
Never let go. Just a sip of strong. Left to my own. What was the test? Must not confess. Keep it covered. Who will know? Felt that way. Too shy to own. No regret for then. Was it just selfish. Was it for purpose. But, now- My own private wrong.
I feel it all slipping through my fingers I can see the darkness creeping in The highs and lows I can feel my love for you hiding Running away To where she is safe I can feel my heart Closing Trying to run I can feel the gulp in the back of my throat The feeling in my stomach The tears on my cheeks And I can see the road ahead One that I continue to walk alone
in the same dream-like spell, in the name of now, in stones we bury the past alive,
for we shall dance with the birds, swim with the fish, walk like monkeys, kissing the earth, kissing the earth as if is the last lover, below the last horizon