Album: As quatro estações

Feedback Song For A Dying Friend

Soothe the young man’s sweating forehead
Touch the naked stem held hidden there
Safe in such dark hayseed wired nest
Then his light brown eyes are quick
Once touch is what he thought was grip
This not his hands those there but mine
And safe, my hands do seek to gain
All knowledge of my master’s manly rain
The scented taste that stills my tongue
Is wrong that is set but not undone
His fiery eyes can slash my savage skin
And force all seriousness away.
He wades in close waters
Deep sleep alters his senses.
I must obey my only rival -
He will command our twin revival:
The same Insane Sustain Again.
(The two of us so close to our own hearts.)
I silenced and wrote
This is awe
Of the coincidence.