All razor blades and roses,
Think my name
And I will be there to hold you
As smooth as the inside of a shell.
In your hanging nest,
I have smuggled in a cat and some Tanqueray.
Send down the rope ladder--
Let me in.
That you are beyond saving,
But let's get drunk and call the cat our familiar;
It will be magic enough for me
To be happy for a minute and not get caught.
I love your flame.
There will still be water enough to walk into.
I will have to save somebody else--
Let me kiss your cheek, your lips, your hands,
While the gin and your room and your skin
Are warm and soft and not yet gone.