The Lizard Moon Dance

An endless desert of gray stones

Blue and cold under a giant moon

Two parched lips seeking warmth

Among two fertile angel breasts

Not even wild animals in sight

Sleepless creatures of the night

Fornicating under gray stones

Wild cries and nasty moans

Begetting uglier offsprings

For the frigid arid world

Lucifer waits and watches

From his blue lunar throne

Ha ha ha every time we conceive

After countless shrill moans

The abacus is broken in two

But His supplies still continue

Hidden away under gray stones

Away from bleeding honest eyes

Bleed, you animal, bleed tonight

While our shadows make love

No one to wipe your tears tonight

Your little angel is here with us

Wiping my brow, braiding her hair

Again as we howl and moan

A prisoner of her own virginity

Trapping you in her untouched hair

How does this end you wonder

But some stories never end, my friend

Especially when she and I are writing it

Together, in our hard, stony bed.