Prayer escapes me/holy lines of writ/sacrificed to poets of midnight/seeking jazz and soup and endless sex/along the old untended freight rails/of Germany/Escaping the facades of my American vernacular/lost in the sounds of PVC slick against skin and vinyl/a broken record a wrenched open heart/to do battle/against your endless fortress walls/you can touch me o please my master/touch me/performing surgeries with sharpened can tops/and kisses that belie our secrets wants/yours to shut me up/and mine for you to want her/slowly I think feel rock pray/my mouth moving to the words in the background/now we are speaking of Berlin/a cellar pub/leashed and collared shall I be yours/Nein! mein Herr when we have reached that cabaretic city/I will not sully her naivete/with our sordid games/the other one/she thinks she loves you/but I will set/her free/from all that you offer/your handcuffed playtime of red asses/and cock harnesses/she is learning/what it means to live/and at last/the air is sweet to her skin
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