My hallucination, every drug that I need. I love you for your beauty. I love you For the books you read. I watch you laze in the sun, I watch your head come undone, you smile ; The man and child with bee-stung lips Where my tongue trips and curls and you kiss like a girl. It frees me, frees me from the freeze. And with the liberation everything's Taken higher ; and every complication, Another spark for the fire. you're nothing More than eighteen but you are more than You seem to be. You'll win me with pale White hands and soft demands and ways To set the days ablaze. It frees me from the freeze You're like a favorite saint kept Alive in prayer and paint. One looked a lot like you, saucer-eyed and stoned And out of the blue.