i'm full off new love;
some, our shadows have compatible marrow, secret lovers love
so my reserves are thick
and thin as i am, i want for nothing

but, i know some malnourished fools
can't remember the last time they had a belly full of anything close to it
anxious to get what i got

the fat is in the fire
and i'll be just as much the supplier of your provisions

full off new love;
some, holds me so tight i swear we might become the sum of one type love
thick reserves and the full measure of love
we'll want for nothing

and i know some malnourished women
who've suffered aspiration pneumonias, dehydration
and electrolyte imbalance
because they couldn't keep the generic brand down
tissue damaged and toothless now
as if they thought lust was less acidic

we're so satiated

ours, is an hourglass set in stone
and i've flushed the seeping sand with oil and molasses;
my nearly black blood, and your sugary secretions to thicken the grains
to keep time, and so death at bay