On cold days it's easy
to buttom the mouth against kisses,
to dust the breasts with talcum,
forget the red of the heart.
Becoming a nun
One those days the heart beats,
beats like a digital clock-
chilly as green neon,
luminous in the dark.
I think I can live without it
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lovewith its pumping blood,
sex with its messy hungers,
men with tjeir peacock strut.
Becoming a nun
I'm zipped into my body suit,
I'm wearing seven league suede boots,
I'm marching over cobblestones
like heads of men I have known.
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Lyrics submitted by claude.
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