Long ago, someone
told me: avoid or.

  There’s been
 a lot of talk,

Bewildered now to be so unalike,
Who were for one another from the start
The kind of perfect double that we all

If you extract the compact planet,
roughly sketched with jungle, wetlands,

All types of porn are horrific
I just watched a woman fuck a hired hand
In her marble kitchen while her friends looked on

When I hear sweet songs I think of you
I don’t know why, but I do
When I hear sweet songs I think of you

What is between us
Is an orange flower

And it is blooming and blooming

What is going to happen
Is that it’s going to rain
Rain my love

Snow is falling on Broadway 
Through weeping willows of fog.
I know that my Redeemer liveth  

I’m a stallion standing in my stable stall asleep.  
Horses do that and their standing sleep is deep.
A woman with a whip waits for me to wake