Luxuria
Smoking Mirror
The window is wobblingRain no doubtFour part waterOne part poisonI really could do withoutYou can have my PicassoPlease lie downYour funerary nakedness remainsUnder your successful dress and gownLook in the smoking mirrorYou're a thinking flameInto your silenceI'll introduce straight rainFrom bergamot to tonkaOn a sea breeze of turpentineA sulphur rose with hammer-dressed eyesA little light upstairsAt a slumber party poorly litA vaseline moon and would-be gemsYou sleep on itYou're blinding me with rescue flaresYou can have my PicassoPlease lie downYour funerary nakedness remainsUnder your successful dress and gown
From Letras Mania