The Shouting

Ah she was never quiet
Always shouting in what was the sanctuary of my soul
Screaming follies, daisies, intricacies, foolish
Hah, I was starting to believe her
Me, the slave, she the queen
Not a second of doubt, not a moment of
Vagueness
Listen
There she goes again
I might remember her face
But not her name
I might remember the lips
But not the kiss
I might recall the night
But not the place
I might rewind the smell
But not the sex
And she was never quiet

Constantly reminding me to
Fly, where to?
To her?
Look kid, I wanted you with a
Feverish intention of breaking your
Little body to a contortion of
Pleasure that you never had before
Make you scream those November lies
Scratch my back till it shower us red, crimson red

You are a hiphop song somewhere
Unresting beats, care not the place, the time,
Care not on anything

And yet she never keeps quiet
You never know how to