How can I possibly be honest with you?

What is it that I want from you?

Your skin is like home to me

Your breath is like my breath

--I need it to breathe.

I need a cigarette when I'm with you, woman

like the whims of the restless air,

Your are my bird

And I am yours even with a broken wing

-- You make me rise.

Sex. Now!

Okay, Slap!

Sure, I'll cuddle with you, baby

nice little breasts on my face like

dew in the morning

like the crisp tender air

then the soft chill of my bones shaking

---I'm with my Woman!