let the hands fall to the floor
allow these
pupils to see organs
a telescopic view is
almost arousing
no more holiness in
denial
the trojan army is just a farce
reality is two weeks in the waiting
i'm
not sure we're on the same page
habitual
weakness stains the past
desire rolls over
and waits for spring
i'm not sure we're on
the same page
your eyes are lusting, my
hands are tied
your mind conditioned, my
heart has changed
i'm not sure we're on the
same page