a minute ache:
stand me up, in this dark,
in the door,
pour me out, trace out light lines,
was i ever so divine as
my eyes, when lain upon you?

turn me round, all
i want to steal
is beating inside your chest;
of all the worst ideas,
you're winning so far, so

tie me up,
babydoll.                
                 I can
run away faster than
you can, but I
won't move
if you
say
not
to