Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.
She\'s my fucking angel,
and she sucks the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.
I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and sexual
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.