Truly, we are wonderful creatures, drawn to light's undulating swells, Sailors enthralled by the pushing sea's great shuddering We honor these bright particles by our presence
Yet we burrow away, mole men and women for Our most primal act, instinctual to the muscle But still insulted by vanities. (The consequence of consciousness, I suppose) you instructed, "Turn off the last light"
Do you not wish to admire me? The tender swell of brain and breast sloping to meet Crags of hipbone jutting promiscuously below the natural waist, natural beauty Wasted by electricity's end
I want to take delight in your body, your ****** tongue Quell the minor indiscretions of the day and Give willingly to honesty My ******* two moon over campus, your hand the sky. If the peering leaves won't judge, The least you can do is look me in the eye.