[lowest common denominatrix]
[lyrics: wagner/woodley]


she brushes in, and trust gives in with subtlety of ruby cutlery,
and of a cavalry (assault and battery)
sacking a fraternity (kiss and burn eternally.)

her smile smells of heresy, the sweetest taste of kerosene.
she was there when the romans razed gethsemane.

infinite gaze of femininity.
when the conversation falters (call and crawl to her)
we drag her down from half-pedestal, half-altar

to make our honey-coated barbs about her,
honey-coated sweat drops on your back distressing.
see, 'cause we can't live without her.

love and derision, desires in collision, she's zero-based division.

a somersault reveals: a finger beckons in, her saline skin,
a gilded shin, a gecko's grin.

we hate ourselves (pleasure as you flagellate)
for wishing we were in on her sins
(suffocate as Jezebel jumps from the master baker's cake.)

her name croaks with hatred upon our lips,
but we wait with bated breath for her seven-veil strip:
breadth and depth, a dance with death.

a courtesan courting immolation,
ascetic elimination imposed on the imgation.

I play chameleon-fake, else you'll toast me at the stake
(damn my flesh through coals gets raked.)
have to laugh through all the fire I go through for your sake,
bring you break to pray for the lake.
faces of flame, assassinate my name,
avoid blame and you win the game.
when my flesh ignites and cracks, i'll love her just the same.


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