The Origamists

You put your flower
You put your flower on the lips of my head
I thrust myself
I thrust myself between the breasts of your chest
Swallowed by a whale in the sea and vomited up dry on the beach
Today, we never put on our clothes
We tried to set a record, we came close
All in front of a mirror above a desk
We created origami with our flesh
Eyeball, eyeball, eyeball, eyeball
It may sound dirty, but it’s cleaning
It’s cleaning
Today, we never put on our clothes
We tried to set a record, we came close
All in front of a mirror above a desk
We created origami with our flesh
Eyeball, eyeball, eyeball, eyeball
It may sound dirty, but it’s cleaning
It’s cleaning
This sex is ugly
Kissing every cavity
Every goddamn thing you can list
Shakespeare can’t be abridged