Born Gold Pulse Thief
Pulse Thief
euphoria's asleep
i took her timid pulse
euphoria's asleep
beneath clean sheets of snow
euphoria's asleep
my body's trembling wax
euphoria, you priest
of barren wrists and arched backs
static snows
our mirrored glow
can't you hear
the wet hum of my heart?
because we aren't
so let me graze you
with these wires
till our pulses conspire
in the coda of modems
but we aren't
sure i know that
you're real and you're red
but i just don't have
the energy for it
