I come to him to be excavated, exhumed
Unsuture the walls of the wound
Some abyss clean of anything else
Of whom? Of you
Am I slick to the touch
This ectoplasm
This ghostly transparency
This womb
Long fingers under blue light consecrate me
I feel the air shift
Do you recognise my colour
Undress me
I feel the air shift
Long fingers under blue light consecrate me
I feel the air shift
Do you recognise my colour
Undress me
I feel the air shift
Long fingers under blue light consecrate me
I feel the air shift
Do you recognise my colour
Undress me
I feel the air shift
