He and I by candle light,
His eyes, divine, I’m falling . .
clawing at your face.
Where are you?
He’s ruled by the moon,
a storm, god, yes, please, no . .
When he’ll return . . . He’ll say:
Take it off.
Are you ready for me baby?
Help me … and i’ll touch his body …
I’ll kiss the scars I gave you last night,
I’ll promise to be the remedy,
I’ll be the cure . . this is therapy.