Stonewall Window

Grab me by the waist
throw me to the cenote floor
swelter within walls of stone
old ruins echo the encore 

Will my mouth hide what I lack?
Guess we will never tell
If we’re as free as we want to be
why make a living in a cell?

Wanting to be needed
Packing salt sets on your chest 
Needing to be wanted 
Don’t let it cure in the sun’s caress  

You’re somewhere in warm light
I’m somewhere in my head
submerged in cenote celos 
strange swollen stumble to the bed

Water keeps its secrets 
I’m choking on its board
Maybe I am the devil—
I cannot pray to the Lord 

Cos I don’t want your freedom
I want to make you shake
I want the tide to turn 
Some things aren’t meant to break 

Wanting to be needed 
A lick of salt rests on your chest 
Needing to be wanted 
There’s a cure in her caress