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Eyes like a circus and tongue like a snake,
The birth of a lover that Heaven did forsake, Experience intangible in the shifting mythic light, The subtlety of daybreak and the power of the knife bone night,
She was born to please but she is bored with her duty,
So she sings a catastrophe and it feels like beauty, And when she moves like a hungry cat you will kill to bring her food,
She is the rainbow; she is the swamp; she is the global mood,
I saw her once in a crystal ball as a storm over a city,
She is the inspiration of every prophecy of pity,
But your appetite says much more than her blank desire,
But her coolness is much more like a frozen fire, And your tears are just her favorite drink; your sighs the wind in her sails,
And in the crucifixion pride; she acts the nails, Watch her walk down a lonely avenue at sunset, The way the darkness swallows her body your match is made and met.

And you begin to want her,
And you begin to love her.

It's just practicing your fall from grace,
Chasing mermaids swimming thru light breeding space,
She is subtlety and purpose with her Rembrandt face,
And your lust is an open wound on which she feeds.

In the light she looks like an angel; in the dark she looks like the light,
And desire is a fighter and reason is a fight,
And the moon's the only cure inside the curious night,
She will give your angles; thoughts and forms their deeds.

She delivers desperation in the artifice of a sunset, And you will trust her shadow and plead heresy to regret,
She'll make you feel like a master when your really just a pet,
There's a different world in each eye and you look deep.

She is the honesty of a black rainbow,
And you touch the rain and you live the rain and you're sick to know,
So you hoard the treasure of the thunder's woe, Until you have nothing to give and only temptation to keep.

With earth hurt curves and autumn motion,
A desktop mind and a blood letting ocean, Tapestry of silence; lips on the bullet,
In a god sick fever in creation's pulpit,
Asphalt fury; sex bed shame,
Overtones and whispers and tongue dust fame, Nervous art chaos; clock paced thrill,
Carnival persona undressed to kill.

And you begin to need her,
And you think she needs you.

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