Trepidation and needing
All desires fleeting and hollow in whole
Ashes and silt
I'm salty from the dust
To get you to hold me
To see through a bust
Maybe I need you
Akin to a yawn
A stretch in the morning
Or a tool for a new song
Lungs and young bodies
A stranger's long eyes
A false sense of purpose
Amongst undiscovered thighs
Maybe I need you
Akin to a yawn
A stretch in the morning
Or a tool for a psalm
Sunken and drunken
I'm flighty and I'm mean
On the edge of a ledge
Of care or a theme
Maybe I need you
Akin to a yawn
A stretch in the morning
Or a tool for a new song
Believе what you mean
Or project all my thoughts
Like a crystal whitе sheet
Draped over your lust