B! Machine In Thrall
Laughter
The crowd thins to two
As we enter a taxi
That begins to drive
That careful fear
That welcome touch
Brings desire to lips
Brings us closer to Earth than this
The thought
My thoughts turn to you
The touch
You surface through
Of the dreams and desires
I've come to fear
She is the guiding hand
She is always close
To the core of me
I am half awake
And I feed my addiction
With every dose of her
Sun through the window
Speeding by intersection
Of life and light
And the city bend
To an intimate
And forgetful blend
That won't resolve
That can not end
That will not fall (we walk, we crawl)
We are held in thrall
Of the dreams and desires
I've come to fear
She is the guiding hand
She is always close
To the core of me
I am half awake
And I feed my addiction
