Hover Over

Body is the science
Swoon over body
I’ve got to tell it
I’ve got to kneel
For me, for you
It is sad, it is done

I put you in my robe
I put you on the stove
The stove is not turned on
You’re shorter than I am
And I need to kiss

You’re closer to 6’3” when you’re on the stove
I can’t bend down without aggravating my throat

The body of science
Hovers over her body
I have to crown it
I have to kneel

I know that you have always wanted her heart
I know that you have always wanted her heart
What’s holding you back now
Besides your mind and your throat

Nothing