dejected eyes meet an awakening oddity
naked without memory but honest and questioning
then met too by honest lips heart felt in crooning
speaking of meanness only too obvious
be that the punitive be the receptor
the receptor
what does it mean to receive
and what about function
simple carefulness and carelessness undone
a beating heart a beating drum
drum or thumb control
all of it power
and still there is laughter
and the pulsating chatter of slapping and flapping and gasping
til after
afternoon aftermath aftertaste
so much haste for such wimsey
skin pasted to a sheet after minute measures
a wellspring of want to leave it in the toilet
so quickly we follow suit
suit of darkness suit of death
love for sword play with cock and tongue
and incantations flux with sentiment
drifting 'cross barriers of paleolithic fumes
igniting your eyes against a morning piece of fruit
fruitful in hope chance
recording the circumstance
philanthropy for giftedness
niceness niceness verity
a simple test of clemency
clemency is it the job of the receptor
passively giving and at the same time knowing
the act is dependent on so many control factors
with innocent sweetness wrapped tightly round
profound with light and faster than sound
sound sound sound sound sound
another time around
and then eyes so dark that they seemed like a drawing
so distant but comfortable
like frequency sweeps humming
solfeggio harmonics amidst sycronized drumming
a house a home a pad a room
room for the budding of learning and growing
room for the mind to leave for a moment
room for surprises and smiles and owning
not knowing not showing but having and holding
seems simple but time continues to drink from its glasses
glasses of plenty spill juniper wine
vining sunrain soaked muddy my spine
biaural beats and spooky dark basements
black houses red houses solid gold blue
rat ta tat be boxin cymbal and flange
flange the great receptor
tie her up wet with wanting
hold her down glowing
sweating and groaning
beat softly for now so you can keep going
going somewhere she asked
he was shadowed unsure
she tried to be demure
he kissed her soft and pure
why the insecurity
insecurity lucifer and angel my shoulder
one black wing one white and grey in between
in balance divided in winter in spring
in summer in autumn in winter again
is this a job for the angelic dominion
dominion opinion cult crew or band
no man is an island he's only a man
and women can be temptresses goddess and ghoul
but we are no fools no we be true cool
or at least some of us do pound
sound sound sound sound sound
another time around
from worm to whole
Moments trick the senses in a swale of intimacy
Your eyes glancing timid brush my skin like salt crests upon a sinking ship
And the echo of your unspoken words nudges my true self towards fawn songs
Invisible in the dusk of spring
I have lost the desire to hear your answer though days later long for an explanation
A chysalid of desire has engulfed my intellect
Distracted by wish pennies and meditating on dreams
It is this error in perception that blinds me to realness
Then bathing later in sweat I long to drink in
A shadow calls longingly that I am not home
Your touch has me perforated by bullets
But I have shed no blood in your name
In daydreams I am the puppet master and you my muse
A guitar riff repeats then overlaps into noise
An emblematic slipstream sewn onto the back of your coat
Reminds me that you are a real boy under all that wood
And my nails long like Thai dancers
Tangle the strings
Unfurling the threads that have woven this web
By morning my breath is too foul to praise you
And I retreat to a village of one
And I write with a patter of fingers on keys
And I play you our love song with freshly painted toenails
And dismember my senses while freckles fall like dirty snow
Your eyes glancing timid brush my skin like salt crests upon a sinking ship
And the echo of your unspoken words nudges my true self towards fawn songs
Invisible in the dusk of spring
I have lost the desire to hear your answer though days later long for an explanation
A chysalid of desire has engulfed my intellect
Distracted by wish pennies and meditating on dreams
It is this error in perception that blinds me to realness
Then bathing later in sweat I long to drink in
A shadow calls longingly that I am not home
Your touch has me perforated by bullets
But I have shed no blood in your name
In daydreams I am the puppet master and you my muse
A guitar riff repeats then overlaps into noise
An emblematic slipstream sewn onto the back of your coat
Reminds me that you are a real boy under all that wood
And my nails long like Thai dancers
Tangle the strings
Unfurling the threads that have woven this web
By morning my breath is too foul to praise you
And I retreat to a village of one
And I write with a patter of fingers on keys
And I play you our love song with freshly painted toenails
And dismember my senses while freckles fall like dirty snow
tangent intersection for a love lost street
you may never read this
this is for you
you may guess upon the meaning
the meaning is subjective
you may dance upon a spindle
i may prick my finger
i may spin gold
and you may hide your name
you may steal my little girl
not the one i have
but the one i am
are you afraid of what's under the bed
or did you already look under too many times for it be reasonable to look again
this is for you
you may guess upon the meaning
the meaning is subjective
you may dance upon a spindle
i may prick my finger
i may spin gold
and you may hide your name
you may steal my little girl
not the one i have
but the one i am
are you afraid of what's under the bed
or did you already look under too many times for it be reasonable to look again
inspired by a night i was within and a night i was without
and just like a moment of awakened fright
so is the sound of yukele so basked in comfort
and just as a moment is lost on a pop-u-lust
so is a custom of standard lost
and just as the roofing lifts and bangs in the wind
so does my heart feel sure
and as the current shifts
from a vuluptuous thigh
so too does an unexpected excitment
crush a moment of weakness
and this is real
and this is part of the scene
and don't you forget it
and within an istant an instant was birthed
a moment forsaken
a thought given up
a kiss on a shrugged shoulder
and beneath a table a shift of a thigh
eyes locked before a wink breaks the silence
a love drifting on an ocean of painted horizon
rocking
in a belief that i have forgotten
angels don't forget and laughter beats all
so is the sound of yukele so basked in comfort
and just as a moment is lost on a pop-u-lust
so is a custom of standard lost
and just as the roofing lifts and bangs in the wind
so does my heart feel sure
and as the current shifts
from a vuluptuous thigh
so too does an unexpected excitment
crush a moment of weakness
and this is real
and this is part of the scene
and don't you forget it
and within an istant an instant was birthed
a moment forsaken
a thought given up
a kiss on a shrugged shoulder
and beneath a table a shift of a thigh
eyes locked before a wink breaks the silence
a love drifting on an ocean of painted horizon
rocking
in a belief that i have forgotten
angels don't forget and laughter beats all
and as it was built so shall it howl
wind
wind
it sounds different when i sign
i awake to wind
i unwind
i wind up for tomorrow
i rewind
i am winded
wind
it sounds different when i sign
i awake to wind
i unwind
i wind up for tomorrow
i rewind
i am winded
and the spinners against the wall reflect the fact that i've nothing to say
slippery slopes drip from media scopes
hidden in framework baffled by wisdom
idioms plastered on skyped eyes that relish
embellished by swag fags
that can't shut the fridge
our house is a very fine house
i'm not being sarcastic
"the greatest love of all" IS "we're all alone"
hidden in framework baffled by wisdom
idioms plastered on skyped eyes that relish
embellished by swag fags
that can't shut the fridge
our house is a very fine house
i'm not being sarcastic
"the greatest love of all" IS "we're all alone"
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