sniff sniff sniff
as the crow flies fair to middlin dark of the moon pinch of salt bury the seeds deep or wipe them off on the blanket lays my love
my love is like the electricity eye use in my city to function as Tom Waits sings all her favorite songs
the things we think are love
the worry and the fear for the other
she must never know the hunger of my lust
the night is long and eye am longer in this day
eye am like a boy needing her hand on me
the substitute is mine and eye play and dream of her
she is the reason eye succumb
she is my succubus
and eye her Cupid
invisible we wrestle
anywhere she dreams we can be
a waste she has defended me
she knows this is the heart of a man
a wasteland of love
false hopes and dreams turn into hope
a kiss a kiss a kiss
sniff sniff sniff
