You’re my magic you spark me fearsome fiercely into flame your deep cadence calls to me I’m helpless, I’m hopeless you are spinal final so beautiful I can hardly breathe. The salty lick is mossy sweet a precious gem profound so hypnotized I cannot fend off this gentle madness so I ride reckless I can hardly breathe. You were made for me Terpsichore shelter shade for me Terpsichore a welcomed blade through me Terpsichore You’re my dream. Before there ever was you knew me chains and chocolate afternoons desperado virtuosity the alchemy of wonder sacred in your nakedness and oyster philosophy I can hardly breathe. You’re my willow to weep my pillow to sleep you’re the chills that run up and down my spine you’re my willow to weep my pillow to sleep my cross my empty veins my funeral wine you’re my willow to weep my pillow to sleep you’re a thief of grief my refuge my divine parallel lines intertwined. Why are you so sharp your hooks in me fastened tight with polished fingernails close your eyes while I close mine penetrate the ground and stand fixedly while descend to find you in your goddess bottle I can hardly breathe.
