Puncture Wound

Streets, like Prussian blues
Split the cells in my blood
Black, like the outer eye
Adrenalized by love

Glow of a cigarette
Illuminates from above
Push, push down the earth
Feel my hand through your glove

Slump in the arbour door
Skin belongs to me
Point in perfect form
A puncture wound results

(Whisper my name)
(Whisper my name)
(Whisper my name)
(Whisper my name)