Lust

Follow the lines of my prism
Purple in orange, yellow piercing the red
Bleeding, crying, but stars are aligning
Slamming against that unbreakable glass

Follow the lines of my prism
Blue in green, pink penetrating black
Fleeing, dying, but lost the timing
Penetrating behind that veil

Lift my heavy eyes, rest my tired head
Keep your hand behind my back
Don't let me fall
Don't let me fall
Feel, see the electricity go between the two
Pulsing fire, trickling water
Can't tell one from the other
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Layers crumble, topple, turn inside and outside each other
Octaves crash, shatter, fall over and under one another
Wavelengths grow unbearably long and gruesome
Then shorten, inconceivable ecstasy
Your body my body our body their body
Waking up in the afterlife, a soft sleepiness
"There's really nothing like it"

Perfection is already here,
Help me

She wrote a song for me

Your sweat is salty, I am why
Your sweat is salty, I am why
Your sweat is salty