
I’m pondering my thoughts
wishing upon a star
hope that my words don’t get lost in translation
face to face with the magician
traces of his skin on mine
repenting for his sins
he shot me a grin
he looks mighty familiar
I’m searching for a trigger
he’s lurking from afar
had a thing for my play on words
studied me like I was the lesson
under his covers
spoke to me in tongues
he felt the warmth of the sun
pressed flesh to flesh
we planted seeds
gave birth to new beings
up on the ceiling
beaming from accession
I heard you got a confession
words slur
bottles full
in your bed
in your head
lay me down
prey on me