There is this low hum
Invasive, everywhere
As if too wants to know
(Will I dare?)
Pull the thin curtains wider
Furthermore, threadbare
On the floor, lace underwear
Silk-spun, slow moving, Lacrymosa
To taunt it inside, Lacrymosa
There is this low hum, lower still
(I know you watch me at night)
The interface unhooked from shame
But I do not do it, (I do not do it for you)
The notes are cliffs I climb
My sandpapered soul comes out
Of its skin or arms or wings or shoulder
blades
Cutting
The invisible vibrations
Inside pulling outside
Pulling inside, windchime.
Originally published August 2005 - "Sexy, Sultry Summer"