in every way he is,
the acting reality of my dreams,
the fruition of my prayers,
the coming of my tide...
he is the sate to my desire
he is the flame of my smoke
the thunder of my cloud
the bogyman and my guardian angel.
in every way he is,
the one i want to age in
the one i want to believe will work,
the reward of trying....
somehow sexual satisfactions
somehow where i need him
somehow the coming nightmare
my somehow corrupt Saviour.
and i love him.
