Fuckin' sin.
I'm sick of healing,
again and again,
I'm borrowing my body every day.
I say I don't want to,
and I do it anyway.
I'm beating the devil with the devil.
When I get there,
I'm so curious.
A suitcase over a stranger's ribs,
I know Adam.
I'm changing for a moment of desire.
I'm standing and kneeling to the breaking.
I'm changing empty for empty.
I'm playing with a scale of sweetness.
And instead of love,
I offer my mouth and self-imposed.
I fall into them,
I can't control my waist.
There is no desire without injury.
I'm playing with a scale of sweetness.
I'm waiting for the Lord to give up the rest.
There
is no desire without injury.
A foreign hair on a pole.
I'm changing with a strange finger.
That the frost is running.