ALONG THE EDGES, COLORS BLUR AT SEEM FAMILIAR.

WHILE YOU READ YOUR MAGAZINE,

I WAS COUNTING ALL THE MARKERS.



AND CALIFORNIA SEEMED TO DRAW YOU LIKE A SIREN

FROM A POSTCARD, OR A LETTER, IN A FRAME OF FILM MELTING.



BUT UNDER YOU, I HEAR YOUR BREATH MOVE IN, OUT SLOWLY.

UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME.



A HOLLYWOOD FLAT WHERE WE'D LAUGH ABOUT OUR FORTUNES

WELL WE HELD JOBS IN THIS BAR DOWN AT 3RD AND SAN VICENTE.

AND RAMEN NOODLES AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING,

WHEN WE BARELY COULD SURVIVE, I WAS NEVER MORE ALIVE.



UNDER YOU, I FEEL YOUR BLOOD FLOWING OUT SLOWLY.

UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME



YOU MOVED IN SLOW DEGREES

A SUDDEN MEMORY

YOU'RE A LEONARD COHEN SONG



BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN I'D SWEAR I SEE YOU STANDING ON A SIDEWALK, IN A

RESTAURANT, FROM A TAXI CAB PASSING.



UNDER YOU I FEEL YOU MOVING IN/OUT SLOWLY

UNDER YOU LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME.



TAKE OVER ME