”You grew up a mormon
Now you hold me tight
And I paint black your lashless rims
In the alley light
We go to a party
Like a bird and a chick
You blindfold and you feed me
With your magic tricks
We dance with men in sequins
Your face a lovely mess
Covered in cream
Seasoned with angelic nastiness
I love the abscence of hair on your skin
Come rest your heart in my hands and spin
When we go to lie down on the sidewalk bed
The violence of my spine becomes your wine and bread
I will draw a card and if it’s upside down
I’ll ride the storm with someone else
In some other town
But how your bright eyes sparkles
Every time you wet my lips
I’ll remember as long as they linger
These bruises on my hips
…I love the abscence of hair on your skin
Come rest your heart in my hands and spin…”
