by Tomorrow's Man
September 05, 2004
This is my entry body, from here I breathe smoke, grow paprika in the palm of my hand, and spin with the guts of a dervish into a molten eye of pink sweet lava; this is my entry body, where I have your parts, too, open and ready, this is my entry body, where the musk dark calls an echo a spade and a promise a saint, this is my entry body, where a name means magic and a spell is cast every time I laugh.