Theres none else love I my elusive jinn
Ive mimed through motions followed social mores
Ive quit those motor mouths they play to win
Theyre self immersed in monologues theyre bores
I sometimes hear the hollow slam of doors
The wind unwedged then gust of guest invades
I catch the scent of soap and misting pores
Youve pinched a slug its blossom slowly fades
The genial jinn of lustrous bangs and braids
You pinch the crumbs and spill I hardly hiss
I claim your kisses rapt theyre quick cascades
You sneak inside the sleeping bag thats bliss
Your paperwork a watermark in smoke
Id guess you ghostly jinn Im fully woke
Chorus smoke dim fumo
