lovely — again
Again, I woke up in my mind with you, and your gamy face
having the stench of a defendant with an uncertain sense.
Again, with your serious eyes, you gaze at me and manage
the whispers from your paradise as me to be transformed.
Again, you've sniffed me for putting me to sleep, invoking
what I wanna hear, me to be yours, profoundly and attentive.
Simply like that, again, I am under your spell, an amateur,
an incident, a song in all and any, or saboteur of your soul.