Feel so cold

Colder than a Summer 

In San Francisco 
Colder than a disco 

Without Donna Summer 

Colder than a field 

In world war three 

Scattered with the ashes 

Of liberty 

Flew to the sun 

Beyond the blue 

To have some fun 

To be is to do 

Didn’t need permission 

To loop the loop

It burns my wings 

Whatcha gonna do 

I am not a man now 

Some kinda worm 

Spinning like a wish 

In a rising rapid 

Frothing at the weir 

Slippy as a Gudgeon 

I and I are laughing 

Under the bludgeon

No human contact 

For you my fish 

Wax and wane boy 

To touch is forbid 

You can lick 

My shoes next Sunday 

Get your hair cut 

Wear a tie 

Don’t offend me 

Wash your tongue 

I can lend thee 

Obsequision (ob-se-quee-shun)

There’s no answer 

In your tea cup

Put the leaves down 

Serve only me bud

Turn the other cheek 

Towards the earth

Wash your feet 

With perfumed locks 

Hold me closer 

Than a nosegay 

seek some sanctuary 

In your hold 

Sneak inside you 

Perfumaroma 

Feel so cold 

Never been colder 

Let me ride 

Astride your blood 

Until defrosting 

Comes a flood 

Flew to the sun 

Beyond the blue 

To have some fun 

To be is to do 

Didn’t need permission 

To loop the loop

It burns my wings 

Whatcha gonna do 

Colder than a Summer 

In San Francisco 

Colder than a disco 

Without Donna Summer 

Colder than a field 

In world war three 

Scattered with the ashes 

Of liberty 

Quench me 

In steam 

Douse me

In suds

Bath is cold 

I feel love.

30/05/2020

16.30 / In the bath.