Night Song - Cloud Rat

Coral lipstick.

The first I ever received

A way to look at myself

Presenting in a cage

Lock and key

So it is, so it will be

Venus, give me a good pattern

A way to print my face

As still as a brooding dove

Heaven’s blue smile;

A snake with silvery skin

Sit with me as I hang the toad

Spinning string, he fidgets and looks past

Letting him dangle while I rip out his veins

Careless boys at play

Great opportunity lies in this state of confusion