"Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs"

[easy_target06]

she can no longer hide
her form behind her veil

you are a cocked trigger
smuggled into a house of prayer

the statues arouse
your blood to wine

her essence
cupped in her being
she has made herself
available to you

she needn't steal your heart
if you give it to her

the cops and robbers
of your childhood
neglected to teach you
such simplicity...