you dead, you , your face and eyes were a cop, putting me down,
          taking at my flow, ripping at my story, you were afraid to surrender,
                 power you came to naturellly you were used to controlling the story,
                  forcing others to hear your interpreteation so when i esied the control


on the 'breath of many'


On the secrets of lovers and time,G
                the hidden place the secret bodies & locations,
                          the night  air between their mouths,
                                                tenderness on their fingers,
                                                         holding the air,