• The dank and sweaty nights
    damp, dusty and full of love
    never pauses to release
    that faint throb.

    In the midst of it all
    two dark souls
    within the canopy
    of the forest that weeps.

    To my hearts content
    there, i did it again
    for that black continent
    from whence it all began.

    Flesh on metal
    flesh under metal
    you feel that irresistible sting.

    I leave that husk
    under the weeping green
    waiting until dusk
    when i cannot be seen.

    One soul with a price
    the body claimed by the earth....