The Call
                
I lay naked and still watching the slivers of light
listening to the machine gun rant
rata tat tat on my pane
After hours of Plath-like obsession
I've had my fill of myself
My wound still hums and pulses
with the fluid of my body
now known to me as the vibrations of my soul

                      Of coursing
      
templethrob beats I hear the staccato
on the window of my pain
I am wrapped in you and
ohh
so far away right now I can’t decide
if you are into me too
I’m echoing in that cavern
measureless
to man
x’s xxx