never surrender
grow some wings

Sleek lines of muscle
that ruled city streets
back in the day

Smooth precision & power
first & last thing we
lust for

The perfect machine is always
a she
(kills us every time)

Opens the wallet
opens the heart

open is the best way to
die

The soldier dreamed
of a message
sent by an angel

(he imagined she might
take his pain away)

pain is God's way of making
us sane
driving us on
completing the puzzle

Her softness healed my
pain

Her innocence made me love
myself again

I offer you
my Aloneness

& the times we were
one

You must find a new courage
to claim these things

(you tell yourself you have been brave,
yet this courage is locked
in a place you have not
yet dared
to open)

they say one day he just
"up & went down to the river,
said he was gonna find hiself"

"laid iz six-shooter right there in the
grass,
and it just rust over"

"an next spring
believe it or not,
some critter crawled right on up
in da barrel

an come out a coupla'
weeks later,
a butterfly"

Her body is sacred
to me

Her soul is the
same as me

Her mind is a
delicacy

(some kind of love
to set
that angel
free)