Sabbath کے بول

I'm six or seven and dreaming that I'm a boy I emerged out of the water and went into the garden With a small silver hand between my thighs Later, in the shower, I see a boy naked He is contagious and I can feel mine I was told not to stare then But my eyes have never been larger, in & out of my body My stare kept growing I guess that's what's called flesh memory Oh, how I wanted to tell him that we had switched places In my dream I'd had him on me But I didn't that day when I told her the dog was a wolf And the rock was a cliff, and you're a horse I said, if the dog was a wolf and I a boy she could be a horse, sure thing She had no excuse And we were running then Horse and wolf and girl Braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle I felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin I've always been like this Some days I feel like my body Is straightened, held up by thin braces, Metal spikes embrace my spine, my face, my cunt I can feel myself from above, but I can't see who's holding them I twould be easy to think about submission But I don't think it's about submission It's about holding and being held We ran willingly, horse-like, girl-like, boy-like Her voice neighing in the back of his throat And when I came closer we collided and kissed In the passing on the mouth, like horses do I said, her thin lips over enamel and steel I felt the outline of her braces against my own Little silver arms reaching for each other