They creep me out.
Those sticky-out veins in your neck,
the way they stretch like pythons’ tongues
as if they’re going to snap –
they’ll snap.
Like elastic,
they’ll snap
(just the thought …)

They creep me out,
the fact that they’re so FLESHY
and for some reason,
remind me of goats’ beards
and stringy turkey necks
(I don’t know, but,
just the thought …)

They creep me out.
I’ve got the weird feeling that
they could be snipped away by silver scissors
like loose threads.
They’ll snap.
Like elastic.
They’ll snap.
Stretching,
Stretching
(just the thought …)

Let my love bleed
let me leave my lipstick on your neck
Let me wrap my hands around your neck
Now it’s your turn, boy

Let my love die
Pull my hair and bite my neck
Hit me and whisper you love me
Stay with me till the morning

And I will take my clothes off
And my body is on fire
And your neck kisses are so earthly
Yet so heavenly
Because it’s irespressible passion

Let my love burn
Let me hit your head with a gun
Let me smack your neck
Now it’s your turn, boy

Let my love drown
Swallow my howling tears
And drown me in your sadness ocean
Drown me
Drown me

And I will take my clothes off
And my body is on fire
And your neck kisses are so earthly
Yet so heavenly
Because it’s irespressible passion

And I will take my clothes off
And my body is on fire
And your neck kisses are so earthly
Yet so heavenly
Because it’s irespressible passion

I like the way
Your breath feels
On my neck

I wish that I
Could feel it
Again

Fuzzy ol' neck beard
Tips his jaunty fedora
Self proclaimed nice guy

there's a lot of holes in my life
for example

my waist takes as little space as possible;
a curve is formed in each side
in order to be fitted by
somebody's hands

and i would like them to be your hands

between every bone of my spine
there's a little pause pretending to shape
a path long enough to be toured by
somebody's fingers

and i would like them to be your fingers

when i stretch my neck i find
angles in my collarbones
a piece of architecture to be traced by
somebody's mouth

and i would like it to be your mouth

but your hands hold the curves of other waist
and your fingers wander other road
and your mouth traces the lines of other architecture

and i have all of these holes

and there's a hole in my bed
and i would like to have two

I steel myself against their glares
Everyone is watching me
I can feel the crowd surge around me
Everyone is watching
Everyone can see me
I duck my head
I look at my hands
Keep walking
There are so many people now
They're pressing in from all sides
I try to move away
But I'm trapped
Loud chatter fills my ears
They're talking
They're talking about me
A little girl is singing a song
A young woman is sipping her coffee
An elderly man watched me with concern
I see my building
I ignore the stares
I bat away the hands grabbing at me
I don't know what they want
I break into a run
I've pushed someone down
This was a bad idea
I know it was
I shouldn't have come
Why are they after me?
Why are they staring?
I breathe a sigh of relief
I'm in the lobby
It's empty
The elevator doors slide open
And he's there
He's waiting for me
His eyes are understanding
He knows how to fix it
I'm clawing at my neck
I feel their stares imprinted on me
He wraps me in his arms
And whispers sweet nothings
You're safe
I'm safe
Next time I'll go with you
*Next time...