and i always knew i'd lose it this way;

that amorous organ of yours
kept arrested in your chest
throbbing behind bars, it breathes and bleeds and then vomits all over my rug
it wrings its hands, indebted to the swaying of hips and words that got lost in your throat.
you know, the ones that you wanted to use the other night at rehersal,
but the music was too loud and we started humming in 4/8 because our timing was so off.
in a softer world, your ribs wouldnt hurt
and i would love like everyone else does.
(every spring i get a bit romantic
and kiss a frog.
and of course, i feel ridiculous
thats why it never goes any further)
your strings are not meant for me, oh erogenous one!

THESE GIRLS FALL LIKE DOMINOS- BIG PINK