32 Lines - Sophie B. Hawkins

I want your hand

Across my belly

I want your breasts

Upon my back

I want your pain

To rip right through me

I am your death

You are my wrath

I’ll take your hand

Beyond the threshold

I’ll take your gifts

As art of fact

I’ll take your tongue

Right down to my throat

You are my loss

I am your map

I find your eyes

They give me shelter

I find your lips

They give me peace

I find your need to take me over

Open my heart

I’ll tell you stories

Open my legs

I’ll read your mind

Open my mail

I’ll tell you’re forty

You are my fate

I’m your design

I’ll lead you o’er

The city burning

I’ll lead you home

To provincetown

I’ll lead you down

The soft dunes yearning

You’re my vision

I am your sound

I long to be

Your handsome woman

I long to feel

The crease of time

I long to free

Medusa’s stallion

I’m your water

You are mine

I need to carve

Your face in pavement

I need to die

In your embrace

I need to keep

A grave engagement

You’re my power

I’m your disgrace