My hallucination, every drug that I
need. I love you for your beauty. I love you
for the books you read. I watch you laze
in the sun, I watch your head come
undone ; you smile ; the man and child with
bee-stung lips where my tongue trips and
curls and you kiss like a girl.
It frees me... frees me from the freeze.
And with the liberation everything`s
taken higher ; And every complication,
another spark for the fire. You`re nothing
more than eighteen but you are more than
you seem to be. You`ll win me with pale
white hands and soft demands and ways
to set the days ablaze.
it frees me from the freeze...
You`re like a favourite saint kept
alive in prayer and paint. One looked a
lot like you... saucer-eyed and stoned
and out of the blue.
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