Beseeching

Come on baby Let us go make perfectly beautiful trouble Ask not what time it is Find it in me Enter your gates Leave your qualms hanging on the rack by the door Come pinch off my spirit Eat it in remembrance of me Store the sweet milky manna for another time Let’s be like Lot’s wife, disregard and look back Stony eyed Innocent until we are guilty, Guilty until we are innocent Because we are only human If you want me, here I am, like I am