i press my love in unknown windswept stairwell winding up the cliff wall with verbiage equipped and ready to crawl if i must to feel your fucking hand on the pebbles of my once wet beach cresting with the ocean now trashier and still the seals will rut in their plastic skirts with long lusty smoke rings blown up through derricks of our selfish need here i press my body into the mausoleum of the one i love begetting nothing more than stone and giving every root to keep it though my hands be but rusty faults in the line of dust ive left in my wake i will make right my sweet enigma asleep and draped in the long dress of sunlight she breathes and she trembles awake in the bodies of trash flies and decay that i have left in my wake i feel the ground start to shake and shake and shake oooooooh she breathes and she trembles awake the body of the one i love into breathes and she trembles awake the body of the one i love into breathes and she trembles awake