Go on, touch the Almighty
Let them do their job
Don’t claw
Let your swimmers swim
Aphrodite: she opened up the spark track and let the whole lot of us in
There never will be any such sign of sin
No nothing
You – an all too welcome putty in her hands
So to speak
Offering up that lip-quivering band of hope, strong emotions
Sensations, offspring relations
A rudimentary willingness to cope
Play/pause… play again elation
Your time is about to come
So to speak
Open up, choke a barbaric behemoth rather
Let yourself become that father