HER LIPS ARE COPPER WIRE
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fogand let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globestelephone the power-housethat the main wires are insulate(her words play softly up and downdewy corridors of billboards)then with your tongue remove the tapeand press your lips to minetill they are incandescent
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fogand let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globestelephone the power-housethat the main wires are insulate(her words play softly up and downdewy corridors of billboards)then with your tongue remove the tapeand press your lips to minetill they are incandescent
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globes
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-housethat the main wires are insulate
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and downdewy corridors of billboards)
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tapeand press your lips to minetill they are incandescent
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent