Coitus - Baths

In the lovers' domain

Like a dream too wide for the brain

I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff

And strain

Take pity

On a boy deployed in your sandpaper-palmed infinity

I beg you, take the time to mine good ore from me

I beg you, lay you down on me

Etch it on my psyche

Employed my body nightly

I bizarrely find some poise, find some poise

Naked in a poorly lit priory

Take pity

Shook by your cautious broad-stroke battery

And if I am out of bloom and lack your rain

I beg you, lay it down on me

Make grace

Lost in your sandpaper-palmed infinity

I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff

And plead

And if I am out of bloom and lack your grace

I beg you, rain it down on me