Sanctuary
Sanctuary
And if it would be my desire
that you'd open yourself up to my head,
and let this cranum in
at the front gate
down below
would you really do that for me
opening the portal in consent
permitting me in
so that this ol' head of mine
could get real slippery
underneath your delicate goo
damn that would be o so good
being covered up
while intensely alive
locked
inside this primal kitchen
performing mass at the altar
not hearing you sigh
feeling the sacred membrane shiver
while I whisper the most intimate word
in your womb
the chorus moans
I suffocate willingly
turned on, humbled and grateful
embracing this ultimate gaze
from the ferry that carries me
there are woods in the sea
where I shed my skin
Mark Robson - Dinsdag 8 oktober 2019