Virtuality
Anne clarkTime's running after me
Time's running faster inside
Running out of me
Every movement
Every moment
Harder, faster into me
Every movement's
Every moment's
Harder, faster into me
Like you and your love
Like you and your love
Like you and your love
Like you
And your love
Like you
And your love
Keeping time with me
Like you and your love
And your leaving
Tearing into me
Crashing into me
Tearing me apart
Pumping
Beating
A cold cold heart
Pumping
Bleeding
Re-set
Re-time
Re-live
Start
Oh right now we're lost
We're big clocks of brass glass wood
With hands swimming big blue waves
Crashing through seconds
Hours minutes spinning out of control
Dimly lit digits of time in space
Ringing out yet muted
The endless blackness of now of night of love
Sex dizzying into distant spiral of light
Lit solely licked slowly by thick splashes of white love
Liquid life liquid a flickering screen to see you
With pheromone to sense you
With pheromone to name you
With blinding burst head-splitting
Scream of no longer being matter all colours
Merging no matter take me to the edge of time
Of breath, of life creating
Life playing with death
Dissolve me there at the edge
Getting harder
Getting easier
Getting harder
Getting easier
The getting harder
Makes it easier
The getting harder
Makes it easier
To keep you close to me
The getting harder
Makes it easier
To keep you deep in me