Lacking sleep and food and vision

here I am again, encamped upon you

floor, craving sanctuary and

nourishment, encouragement and

sanctity and more.

The streets seemed very crowded,

I put on my bravest guide -

I know you know that I am acting,

I can see it in your eyes.

In the harsh light of freedom I know

that I cannot deny that I have wasted

time, have frittered it away in idle boasts

of my freedom and idelity, when simpler

words would have profited the most...

... it isn't enough in the end, when I'm

looking for hope.

Through the organ-monkey screams as the

pipes begin to spit

still he'll go through the dance routines

just as long as he thinks they'll fit,

just as long as he knows that it's dance,

smile - or quit.



Like a monkey I dance to a strange tune

when all of those years I've longed to lie

with you but have bogged myself down in

the web of talk, quack philosophy

and sophistry -

at physically I've always baulked, like the

man in the chair who believes it's beyond

him to walk.

I've been hiding behind words,

fearing a deeper flame exists,

faintly aware of the passage

of opportunities I have missed,

Vut the nearness and the smell of you,

La Rossa from head to toe...

I don't know what I'm telling you,

but I think you ought to know

soon the dam wall will break, soon the

water will flow.

Though the organ-monkey groans

as the organ-grinder plays

he's hoping, at the most,

for an end to the dancing days;

still, he hops up and down on his perch

in th usual jerky way.

Though it might mean an end to all

friendship there's something

I'm working up to say.



Think of me what you will;

I know that you think you feel my pain-

no matter if that's just the surface.

If we made love now would that change

all that has gone before?

Of course it would, there's no way it could

ever be the same...

one more line crossed,

one more mystery excplained.

Now I need more than just words, though

the options are plain that lead from all

momentary action.

I we make love now it will change all that

is yeat to be...

never could we agree in the same

way again.

One more world lost,

one more heaven gained.



Ls Rossa, you know me, you read me as

though I am glass;

though I know it there's no way in which I can pass -

though it means that you'll finish my story

at last I'd trade all the clever talk,

the joking, the smoking and the quips,

all the midnight conversation, all the

friendship, all the words and all the trips

for the warmth of your body,

the more vivid touch of your lips.

All bridges burning behind me,

all safety beyond reach,

the monkey feels his chains out blindly,

only to find himself released.

Take me, take me now and hold me deep

inside your ocean bodym

wash me as some flotsam to the shore,

there leave me lying evermore!

Drown me, drown me now and hold me

down before your naked hunger,

burn me at the altar of the night -

give me life