Truth spilling out like salt
Fire in my guts
But stiff legs keep me from flight
Holding on to the happy remnants of the past and trying to trash the rest
Punch a clock, pay the bills
Return to stress
Gnawing at thoughts, eating skin
Deep breathing, deep sea of relaxation
Oils, candles, scents, and bath creams
All amounts to the same thing
I’ll drink your tears
dressed in leather, wrapped in latex
I’ll eat your fears
honey-glazed, garnished with blood and thyme
Build us shelter for the winter
burn the whole damn village down
Regarder-moi, je vais tout te devenir
(Photo of a self-portrait by Robert Mapplethorpe; Courtesy of LACMA)
Go to work
Come home and clean
Take vacations to feel free
Just want to grab my lover and head to the shore
Or back to the woods
No rules anymore
Feet on the ground now so I don’t miss a step (except for when I’m falling all over my lover).
Practicing patience, keeping the inner-self still.
Present passing by, future slowly more clear. A rush and a push, we’ve come all the way here.
Take a second, take a minute, enjoy and u n w i n d.
Untangled from your crimson ties
Underneath a pale pink sky