Animal, Carnal Attractions…

Sorry, it's been nice, but with an ordinance of grace This narcosis of smoke & mirrors is over It's been a false high, an opiate-manufactured dream of lust. A drug you've decided we must each still believe in That we must breathe in. Have a collected faith in Or else we'll both die, miserably. Sorry, but for me, it was just the stupor Of a drunken night spent together It was just some animal, carnal attraction And now that it's morning, I feel-I'm-caught Trapped in a barb wire noose, Wanting-to-gnaw-off a limb and hang loose. Sorry, my apologies. It was just the hangover speaking Let us go back to bed and pillow talk My legs, they're too tired, I don't feel like walking Not all arthropods are capable of casting off a limb, Let's go back to bed for one more night of passion. And begin, again. ////////// A shawl of apricot She wears a skirt of honeysuckle. With a one-eyed serpent buckle And says nature is her groom She wears a shawl of apricot Says she, she's a goddess of the moon She grips a serpent by his faggot And eats an apple, white bloom Says she'd slay old Sir Lancelot. Lay him dust upon his tomb, But she's no more an angel Trifling penitents in a brothel Then the punters in her room No more the lady of shallot, Then nickel is gold to a fool.