i want you

inside some forgotten garden
come animal memories, instinct maybe
myths of love, lust, desire
hot against the serpent neck

youre no devil
im no coward

theres a strange comfort here
the calmness like some baby
resting against an ancient oak
the firmament hues brilliant

its five o'clock
you rise to go

along with you all ive known
all the coffee & cigarettes & hair gel
the felt tip pens & saturday nights
while the phone rings traffic sounds

i want you