you get more bang for your buck, more junk in the trunk.

[tickticktick]

breathe deep, i could fly away with these wings you give me,
forget about purpose and just soak into the sun.
remember which doors to close behind you,
leaving tracks is not an option anymore.
sever all ties from negative vibes, misplace your mind.
let the river renew your faith and love for mankind.
thank plants and animals, nature is our greatest friend
and at winters end, a new birth will begin.
so if i just hold my breath, wait until then...

draw an outline with my finger of the profile of your face,
a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.
full of much more beauty, much more grace,
the way your legs move and your hands shake.
your voice bites like little love bugs,
on my shoulders, and my sides.
and you teach me your native tongue,
as i grip the inside of the thighs.
and you escape to what i call my sacred place.

honeybees... buzzing floods my mind, like pollen that collects over time,
surrounded by trees with roots over thirty feet deep,
we dance like children in the empty streets.
and the silence forms this beat,
the kind of beat the two of us could only keep.
bodies once buried in the soil where we stomp our feet,
victims of sadomasochistic sex freaks, albert fish and his black market meat.