not a bargain not a condition not a sub clause or by-clause easily broken
do you want me
Like a dying man wants to live Like a mother would give herself for her child Like a tiger threatened, turning from mild, smelling meat Would you want me even if I were weak And feeble broken
Do you want me Like a drowning sailor begs for air, lungs swimming, head boiling, the body knowing what it needs, but the brain bleeds confusion; a drowning sailors final ******, offered to the depths like a tribute, a lover's kiss: sorely missed, but it's taste forgotten.
Do You Want Me Need Me
Tell me.
Or let me taste you next in the second circle of hell.
I would bid you well, despite the bitter lingering smell of uncertainty.