Breast

I can not love the deserving
I can not abide the fool
I can not share what's not never ending
I can only fall as low as heaven
And insert what I already know
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
Got the breath of the last cigarette
on my teeth
and the sound of your sigh
on my tongue
From walking
All along the the tower
And deep down in your soul
The hillside dressed in pearly white
Bounce, bounce, bounce in:
The beat of air heaving like a breathless drum
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
There's a wildfire in pink
At the journey's end
Every turn force light
to fall
Painting skin with colours
And light in depth
Choosing you for others
This is why nature call
The curve is vibrant
the rise full stop
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
One, three or two
they are childlike impersonations of you
Senses dance as senses do
and vibrant is the tingling fool
who lays down to rest
at the bottom of your chest