My mind's a shaking, gnawing fiendfor the vibration of your soul in my shadow.
The air between our cheekbones coagulates into
begging, desperate space to be filled.
Crash that sweating, steaming face against the windshield of your stage.
You stay right there.
Queen needs a King on his throne.
You stay right there.
A lion is a cat. Jungle makes him king.
You sing what I need, and
I'll help you sing.
An old man's void,
a shaman's trance,
her gold is shaking wet.
You stay right there.
Plant my roots.
I'll feed you all we need.
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