Fingers dancing on my caged chest,
Eyes shifting, blackened lips chewed.
Wet whispers on my collarbones,
The sun, the orange skull.
I collect the scabs of scars that once lay there,
They shined like hues riding down her pigtail.
Take me,
Take me inside the maze of your thighs,
And lead me,
Lead me like red rivers on the white of your eyes.
Hurrah! Scarlet moans, my iron skeleton,
Terrifying voices that hurls in pale circle.
Paint them sins, my crystal knuckles!
With melodies, only ghosts could hear.
Hear me! Hear me!
Hear my bloods tired for a reasoning,
As they curse for all creations.
I have seen you sodden with water!
Dead-drunk and washed,
O' you mysterious navel.
Thundering drums of a million sailor,
I clench my heart toward her opened sturgeon,
As she's calling my name,
Like she took the temple.
She took the temple.
YOU CANNOT TAKE MY TEMPLE!
You, cannot take, my temple.
































































