I wanna bury my dick inside a woman that looks like you   I wanna cry with a woman that looks like you   I wanna follow the line under your breast that separates   tummy from taboo   as it curves 'round your ribs and slips from view   and now this empty space is occupied by my open hand   shooting five:      a pinky for your liver that needs to be saved   my thumb back toward me all the way to the grave   my ringless digs the deepest while you misbehave   your attention just moved to my index pointing away   so the middle I send up your neck to your head   stupid girl, it's the middle taht crescends   over homefries, toast, and eggs      La Maga, without the drugs this relationship's dead   when we were high you agreed when I said   that comfort is fraud   and true love is like watching you go,   so watch me,   go.