should I never dance like Salome danced bathing in rain and moonlight and flame should I never sweat surreal shadows rushing through my veins good red blood run red
bone dry
should I never speak the wisdom of hands should I never use the fingers that find should I never read the words on my feet leading me to you the blind lead the blind
bone dry
always doesn't mean anything always no
should I never feel the healing you bring take a look at me I'm breathing, I'm breathing should I trace a line from lips to heartbeat shoulder and across to shoulder again