Plush… In the coils of refinement I plant a kiss In the hollow of your sacred world Place my hands In the curls of all you hide And I sing in unison With the screaming Taking place inside you Sticking to your morals Like tattered tape Ready to give way An unread issue Ready to burst with guilty pleasure You shine like the mica That crumbles beneath my feet When I walk across the night And fall in love with the splinters That collect under my dirty skin
aye, results in injury indeed... i choose to avoid it altogether, and I've never been happier. nice work!
