I don't know

what if John Calvin had run into you honey?
changes

I don't know

John Cale,
or Friedrich Nietzsche,
just hungry hungry men
aching for you

your flesh is not enough
and we cannot be consumed
cannot consume
cannot fuck hard enough to really get inside
cannot fuck your soul
sometimes we think there are no souls
and we feel empty
and cheap
and sad
and cold
and weak
and so alone