I want to wrap you in corduroy;
I want to jump on your lust dancing the trembling
Twilight of your dim waistline;
To stay there and hold still
Your faint seizure; Don't move;
I want you whole and practically burning;
To skip rocks and lean my tired ear
Against your ancient drum-whirl
Hungry surgical mourning.
I want to jump on your lust dancing the trembling
Twilight of your dim waistline;
To stay there and hold still
Your faint seizure; Don't move;
I want you whole and practically burning;
To skip rocks and lean my tired ear
Against your ancient drum-whirl
Hungry surgical mourning.
