The song sings of the moon and the moon sings that song

Among breezes and peaches
and cool summer nights
we wait for the perfect moment.
delight fills our nostrils with the sweet smell of lust
we pray for the Lord to be with us.

Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen
gentlemen, no.  
He exclaimed Oh
The crow in the blue specked mansion
has not yet showered

Remain until
until the sharp edge
breaks the flesh
Gliding smoothly in an oblique line across the beige
the fluid line will be wiped and concealed soon
everything pours out, but all that is seen is

scarlet beige
scarlet beige

Then.

Oh how it makes me feel at ease.
I breathe. I breathe.