Music Man,
Music Man,
Play a tune for me.
...
Pleasureful agony bridges both pain and delight.
Surges of excruciatingly enjoyable exhaustion
overtake us complete.
What is his, is now mine, and I give all without
...
The Killing Time,
The Killing Hour,
No More Sun,
No More Flowers.
...
His presence haunts my soul,
like the quiet that consumes a deaf man's ears
or the warmth that blankets a long summer's night.
...
Stuck still & dumb-struck,
I dive into the depths of his soul,
I swim there unopposed.
...
What I want is simple, natural,
& nice.
What I want is warm, rough,
...