When it was young, it's chest had no bones.
Open and soft as it stared and it puked
And looked up at the room.
L o v e s t r e a m s .
Now I am grown. Draped over bones.
Pulled tight around and zipped up at the back,
Right now I'm stoned
You like to talk and I like the sound.
The way that it stops and starts
Rolling back up and softly goes down.
There's a silence at the heart of things
Where... l o v e s t r e a m s .
Incision here--place over ear--
Incision there, to the bridge of the nose.
(Clamp and check hose.)
Pull back the face, that easily folds
Along the temple back and onto
The occipital bone.
There's a silence at the heart of things where
L o v e S t r e a m s . . .
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