Thoughts dropping off the line,
From my hips into my spine,
Shading words lusting to live
in a sinner who won’t leave.
Shadows of a foreign land
playing future in my hand,
shadows of a distant fame,
birthing children they can blame…
I love breathing all your thoughts
with the stealth of flying knots…
While my absence of a soul
I need no one to console.
Women drinking to their right
to be shameful in the night.
to arouse such a descent
of the hands that breed intent…
Live off dreams, come back to me
See my truth, set yourself free
I know where devotion lies…
it’s not in you or your eyes.