The pleasure for which We will endure any and All pain, graciously.
I was fighting with My shadow when I saw your Window light. I flew Up to catch a glimpse Of your beauty in the night.
Someone must have peeled My skin off. Everything is Magnified ten fold.
My desire for Touch and musical voices Cost me smell and taste
The clatter of the Guillotine is replaced by Democracy’s din.
She holds me down and Cuts the hair out of my ears. That’s true monkey love.