those holy, sandy eyes,
they breakdown between my
tremblin' noiseless howl;
those homesickin' lips,
they surround me, dizzy,
with their right-now loneliness;
that allurin' brain,
it brights up my thinkin'-how,
burnin' my veins almost at all.
all these hypnotizin' red things,
which light an' overload me up,
they're all yours, drizzlin' lady.
