i am so moved by you
    but this is me
    you may be playing a trick
how come i'm willing to indicate
    how to be embraced
    my two hands are still useful

you awarded me a slap in the face
    why didn't it hurt
    perhaps i'm dreaming
those sweet tender gestures in the beginning
    use them to celebrate our separation
    leaving me spent and exhausted

* since that day you left me behind
i've already turned into phosphorescent light
    accompanying you, this swan, on the lake
but why do you still want
perhaps afraid that with a single hand you won't be able to choke me to death
    if i must die, this moment is the apex of pleasure
    please give me more!

in the inner river, i'm in the inner river
    looking at the high tides along the coast
quickly resuscitate me, give me warmth for ten seconds
    quickly call away my grievances

who is still in the inner river, as if in a dream
    but too bad there is no bridge
not able to overtake these two arms
    i'll forget your grandeur and beauty, if there's such a necessity *

almost not knowing how to feel
    like dead
    even so, both legs can tremble
shouldn't get this hysterical
    still able to cry
    my eyes are still useful

bite into my two hands
    hope these pangs of pain
    will tell me that i'm not dreaming
why are you so impulsive
    embracing a floating body
    until you're spent and exhausted

* repeat *

who is still in the inner river, i'm in the inner river
    looking at the high tides along the coast
quickly resuscitate me, give me warmth for ten seconds
    quickly call away my grievances

who is still in the inner river, as if in a dream
    but too bad there is no bridge
not able to overtake these two arms
    i'll forget your grandeur and beauty, if there's such a necessity
 

For Leslie’s Pillow –  Copyright 2001 TranceLoka Studio, San Francisco, California.