Laid back buoyant in the black stream

Shoulders arched to the flowing warm

As cascade rocks; projections

Never touching my skin

Sick again

And not even in my stride

The coal black flowing velvet

Night-pricks to my eye

He sits on the steps

Urine soiled in his crotch

My eyes rolling, rolling

Could you feel my temptations?

In evil concrete steps

Doors flap uncontrollably

As carress my shoulders

That's my body

That's my body

Wrapped in water

Drifting back.