is this about vampire bats licking your feet ?
perhaps about a wise-man, seeking retreat ?
a dense fig, fogging your lens
an Adam in the apple of your strife
serving cruel gods
and bubble gum crisis.

is this about how i found out that you **** ?

where i chose curtain no. 2 and enslaved myself
to everything  ' you '
wearing blue
gloves

angels must be closer than you swing
from such Halos

open to the long lawns of Elysium
a shade

remote.