Crack it, break it bleed it
It’s only my heart
One little part of me
Tear down my bones
Impregnate my moans
Burn your kiss on my lips
Can love just ever be free
Privatize scent in a wisp
Is that your wish?
Is love the main dish or me
Under the Paris sky
On pillows full
On overstuff lies
Didn’t I die for you?
Cobblestone heart
Just as we part
I called it deceit
You call it your art
Mona me my Lisa
I died for you
A two lady terrace
First to play doctor
Two lady rockers
Smooth with a line
Blue eyes mated
Feeling corrugated
Butterfly fingers
Stingers and thighs
Bishwa Ijtema
Your deep set brown
Stained my white dress
The moon uptight
Hot June night
Swooning tunes
Played and pawed
Popping our lids
Night came with us
As morning did
But then the die
The casting aside
Why
Evening clapped
The drapes rose
Walls collapsed
Detecting moles
You and I
We melted gold
Was it the morning sun
That burned your eyes
Or just the truth
Turning to lies
Embarrassed by what we did
Two perfect Junes
Two perfect kids
I can’t erase Parisian nights
Nor how we both took our first flights
Your cobblestone heart walked on me
But one Paris night you drove me free
