Naked ladies of the mind parade to
Distant drums imbibed in younger years blind
And innocent we knew no secrets earned
With blood and pain and lived our lives oh so
Blind and innocent without knowledge of
Each other or of self or consequence
To actions spurted out the orifice
In brain somewhere slowly yielding to love
Control first mimicked then emulated
Then owned outright as finger movement which
May appear a fist or gentle hand touch
Caused through galaxies of influence made
But not made with conscious foresight so here
We are undead and twitching to drums afar