Far Away Stables Give It Back
Give it back
Pressure on plates surfacing relief
Give it back
Rope and twine waits for kerosene
Draw blood..
Ditch to wrist
Humidified into sweet mist
Conduction through the waves
Shelter and escape
Litany exchanged
Like predetermined fate
It hurts to know the truth
Too late to lead you through
Red curtains tease their close
Caressing at our sides
Unpassivated crust
Seven years of rust
Scour the victim from my skin
And denounce all prosthetics
Grow it from within
Picked and laid down at your feet
Intimate facine
I'm not keeping anything
All as one
A sabbath
Come alive in me
Cavorting your senses
(Tarot reads
The empress brings
Portant dreams
Of pregnancy)