Under your dress, hairless God’s of forever
Spit up and down my neck, the dribble is soft
asking for anything else, it's a sin among sinners
for my questions, answers, for yours, nothing else
if I left my bags behind after my journey in
I would sleep on your heart, and make myself at last
for god's to commit under cardinal sin
we have to move, do it, f**k fast,
before they see us dripping from the clouds,
God's rain is blessing under fleshy constructs
excess of exchange, converging of brains, in basic
bare-back in bare-bones synapse
I collapse to the last o' thunder-claps,
o' moan! o' cries! o' deep breaths under f***s and gods, o' gods!
Yes!
Yes, lightning strikes, oh let it rain, o' let the rain wash it away!
Beneath the titans, children o' Olympia drink our rain,
tongues extended to catch every perfect drop of mana!
O' children, o' seed, inherit my sins, inherit lives lived and passed!
O' children, under our cardinal sin, under rain clouds of purity, under parents of scrutiny,
O' children, under the watchful eye of school teachers and lawyers, and judges, and Presidents,
O' children, under the rain, borne unto sin, somewhere between flesh and flesh, Find your way home!
O' children, your gods come from books. Gods are born of paper and ink, between reality and complex.
O' children, drink, drink of Titan's milk, drink of the sky its-self, indulge in our gifts, for you are not long for this world.
O' children, learn to love, learn to dance the rhythms of your body, learn devotion, learn to hum drum beats, and spit poetry.
Salted sea water drapes over our bodies, in every suction we gather electric between kisses and convulsions,
dripping into each other's, mouths, rain dance, rain dance.
O' children, rain dance with us.