"Picture he as a woman why linger
after desire have them learn that
there will come a time for some
child to embrace it which is
brilliant open haunted and free
to be born of decaying translucent
flowers from delicious smiles just
to remember and bellow I am not
you free and like a vast sacrifice it
cuts deep as our kiss was soft and
warm for all eternity to wake the
rythmn like sex must always never
change into feverless nights..."