The Storm Drain by Mark Abel Lyrics
Liquid canopy descending sky
It’s dark inside the storm drain but you took me here
Tongue slow lips open hands lightly under
When I’m eighty no one will crawl with me
In a storm drain to hold my breasts
While the sky is falling
I lean into corrugated metal. Rust
Age. Wet. My back into all that
It’s dark inside the storm drain but you took me here
Tongue slow lips open hands lightly under
When I’m eighty no one will crawl with me
In a storm drain to hold my breasts
While the sky is falling
I lean into corrugated metal. Rust
Age. Wet. My back into all that