Some men were made just to be dancers
Slow getting dressed slow getting undressed
Feather hats doe skin fringe
And bustles transform
Anichimus, can you taste
The warm kisses of dead love
Lurking in the shadows of memory?
Will you caress the course rope
Where do you want my heart now?
Placed next to yours
In the moon when horses shed
Don't be afraid
To close your eyes
Magic is one song away