Swallow the interglacial serenity

My recreation for life



Down so long

Grown so strong

In a devotional illusion,

I ride the storm again

Down so long

Grown so wrong



Brazen and contented I burn



I don't see the river

Though hear the complaining

What is the price and

what is the winning of shame?



There is a fire between us!



Feel it, touch it

I don't identify this place

A Black strap-on,

Instrumental breathing

wearing leather

A Black strap-on

Instrumental breathing



To pretend this tender

and shell this fear,

Will you touch me

with your hands of dirt,

and donate some grace

so I can grace desert?

Will you fill me?