janus janus another god satellite too far away

nomenclature nomenclature
musculature musculature.
let my miniature universe
that you godship peak into
some actual existence. 

maybe???? your hands
are everything i needed
maybe your hands maybe your hands
maybe repetitious maybe your hands
maybe i am obsessive
maybe this isn't lyrical
maybe nomenclature musculature
making my miniature universe
in god's ship in god's silhouette.

silo hues in the grain
of your waist lined hands,
i am a lonely mess
that can't see that far
into the distance,
but i see you
in my immediate plane. 

and you won't let me fly,
you won't let the lines
level flush into your mouth,
swallow my love, swallow my love,
swallow my love.

dire views in the shame
of my waste lined hands,
i am a lonely mess
that can't be that mar
into the essence,
but i see you,
in my immediate vein.

and you won't let me die,
you won't let the guides
level hush into my house,
wallow my dove, wallow my dove,
wallow my dove.