heaven and earth go up and down
the ladder of our bodies
and this bed i sleep in is surely holy ground
i want to put away silly things
and play acts
i want to put away all of these masks
i want to sit and rest and stop roving
stop trying to plot and plan and scheme
when i could be making
when i could be making love and making out like a bandit
or like a daisy in the field, a little of the field,
clothed like solomon
all this time i've thought worrying was going something
all this time i knew scratching the scab was my responsibility
all if it meant was i could not sleep
all it meant was we could not sleep
or shave or breathe or drink without drunkeness
all it meant was we learned to live without jow
but i want to worship at this altar
i want to love you like a flower
i want to cook eggs in my kitchen
i want to lay down and whore
i want to fuck you on this floor
and live without inhibitions