victorian machinery

janey
you are my
victorian machinery
(breath yourself to life)
your tender shape
is bending like the scenery
(ride you like a bike)

you be the sail
and baby i'll be the rudder
we could make it all day
until it turns into butter
i saw your face
a seminal pleasure
i will love you forever
when i heeded your call
and every heavy endeavor
i'll keep your place

janey
coming down
the mountain like a buffalo
(seeds deep in your eyes)
crazy
but then again
a girl could like it rough you know
(makes up for her size)

be yourself
when i saw your all today
you be the shack
and baby i'll be the desert
there is nothing to lack
when there is nothing to measure
it's all space