A cold angel is filling my room
Hard and cold like steely gold
Sexless, impartial, sublime;

The

As you slide your hand
Under my shirt sleeve
And up my arm,
A layer of skin is also taken

I hear music, I long to dance
Where is the woman who’ll take my hands
And lift me to my

I can't send you a card.

What on earth would it say?
"Sometimes women do like women",
But

cradling
cradling
my ebb-tide

I think that when I met you
I met my future body
I felt experienced flesh
Hair as long and red as