that man’s lines were poetry
each limb a destination
all his lands
for my hands
mysteries worth exploration
my own eyes
bent and imploring
half drunk and adoring
let me in let me in oh, please let me in!
each limb a destination
all his lands
for my hands
mysteries worth exploration
my own eyes
bent and imploring
half drunk and adoring
let me in let me in oh, please let me in!
you can’t let anyone close
Others may think this burden
is typical and trivial,
and that is because you carry it so
no one would know