Come as you are,
all dressed in silk - head to toe -
baring gifts for the lovers
that have forgotten you.
            
              FEEL:
white cliffs evaporate by the frothy gulf of ocean
where gulls loose themselves
like we do  ...
... except

           LOUDER:
by bus stations, on rail way tracks,
crumbling nights tasting oblivion with drunken kisses,
loosing ourselves to inadequacy
to make ourselves
Human.

            I
can make you human.

I'll wind a spell
in the ocean waves, toss myself to grief if it means making sure
my charm does not surrender.

A chunk of saliva,
***** on the stairwell,
a smashed bottle imprinted on your skull.

            I
can make you human... if you want me too.

Just give me an evening,
a night, dear lover,
and I can make you
                    
                     ignite.