Gloryhole

The dogs are howling again and I'm insane
Cutting up my problems
I walk around like a teddy boy
Dreaming of him by the lake, wondering
If he ever thinks of me

Pale skin, cold mornings in cold rooms
The gulls, smoke in my eye, how his voice excites me 

When the moon comes out
I'm ravenous like an animal
Watching him through the gloryhole 
I want to make that dirty hole mine
When my head feels like it's on fire
Our love is truly timeless 

Watching the plumes through lowtides
Through drumming flutes of grass
Through tawny autumn horizons like 
A sea urchin capsized in my heart 

Through the year 27
Through black velvet roads dressed in nostalgia 
Luminous like birdsongs and the most bittersweet silence
Bound and toy-fucked 

I trace my fingers over his breath
Sleepless orchids tugging at laughing beaches
Making love in violent dreams of verbal passion
Furrows, at the edge of pleasure
I am lonely like a painting.