You came to my show
You were on mushrooms
You said you had this desire
To lie down
On the stage at my feet.
We got a cab into the city.
And you poured over me like water
An octopus of tenderness.
With
Tentacles so full of love

Yet while you embraced me
Your many arms stole tiny pieces
Where I could not see
Took threads from my clothes
My jewellery
My phone
And when we got out at the Bowery
I found myself nakеd and alone
At the bottom of
The Nеw York ocean