I want your hand
   Across my belly
   I want your breasts
   Upon my back
   I want your pain
   To rip right through me
   I am your death
   You are my wrath
  
   I'll take your hand
   Beyond the threshold
   I'll take your gifts
   As art of fact
   I'll take your tongue
   Right down to my throat
   You are my loss
   I am your map
  
   I find your eyes
   They give me shelter
   I find your lips
   They give me peace
   I find your need to take me over
  
   Open my heart
   I'll tell you stories
   Open my legs
   I'll read your mind
   Open my mail
   I'll tell you're forty
   You are my fate
   I'm your design
  
   I'll lead you o'er
   The city burning
   I'll lead you home
   To Provincetown
   I'll lead you down
   The soft dunes yearning
   You're my vision
   I am your sound
  
   I long to be
   Your handsome woman
   I long to feel
   The crease of time
   I long to free
   Medusa's stallion
   I'm your water
   You are mine
  
   I need to carve
   Your face in pavement
   I need to die
   In your embrace
   I need to keep
   A grave engagement
   You're my power
   I'm your disgrace.