You... without further reason.
You... kiss me.
You... have me as your quartermaster,
as a tear in your skin.
You... like lime,
deadly when humid.
You... whiten my reasoning,
even soaking through the mattress.
You... you, you, you.
You... you, you, you.
You, you, you... riding on me.
Me, a hostile saddle.
You embrace me with your feet
and I lick the harness.
You... and without you, no me.
You... and without you, no more.
You have made me quit
and today 'me' is said like this:
You... you, you, you.
You... you, you, you.
You, you, you.