This foreign place, a stranger's face

welcome me more than your embrace

even the cars, in this very case

bring red to card, the spades to Ace.

.

"How is your arm, my lovely waste?"

I've had a war with loneliness

this limb is scarred, I love the taste

of secret powers, want me less.

.

Need me more I, might beg on knees

with head in hell, desperate to please

the vines they grow, then my neck hold

and pull me down, you laugh, I choke.