day after day i cry out for some
type of touch
after the long lovelessness i am
a dry and weary valley
and living with myself
living all alone with every lust and
longing reverberating off these
cavern windows this body knows
this body waits
this body will take any naked body
any man stripping off in this kitchen
any kiss
ah
not true
this body waits for you
this seaside harlot
this venus priests is primed
waiting for the time when you
and only you will open the door,
and put myrhh on the door
and make me the door, and cross
the floor
and lean over, and place your seal on my brow
and on my chest
and on the nest of hair that awaits your diving bird
and its seed