I know, can readjust myself
For what?
to serve your world of neural pathways?
to haunt your skin with warmslow palms?
This air – I'll suffocate
We'd have it – so I phantasized –
long run
against the all around injustice.
In layback time enjoy some fuck.
Might want to have some kids.
Prejudiced me, your outer charm
won't beat
my gravity to cherished order.
Some threat I feel, won't fall asleep
– I hope – beside a snake.
