Melting
Melting, melting - only the solid
Weight of a pen in my hand
Keeps me anchored
In your sea of lies -
22 thousand feet up, and
It's still the same:
The void of me
Draws you in
On the cold tide
Trained to slash the eyes
You'd rather have a machete
Than a carving knife.
Can I trap you in aveil of hair:
Smother you,
Castrate you with the tangled
Strands
Of my desire?
Kamikaze man - you kill me.
1990
Weight of a pen in my hand
Keeps me anchored
In your sea of lies -
22 thousand feet up, and
It's still the same:
The void of me
Draws you in
On the cold tide
Trained to slash the eyes
You'd rather have a machete
Than a carving knife.
Can I trap you in aveil of hair:
Smother you,
Castrate you with the tangled
Strands
Of my desire?
Kamikaze man - you kill me.
1990
