and if i touch your plane as a beast in the barn to siphon its heat and in that way keep warm warm and slow and gentle and sweet if i move to you to siphon your heat will i feel you giving it simply to me effortless and silently or will i be read through the gla** of mistrust like men who make pa**es when drunk in disgust revealing the captive they've kept up their need a horrible flower a beautiful seed who would not recoil from this face off and though i'm afraid i might feel you withdraw i like to think of the beast in the barn that breathed on the baby to keep him all warm i know in my heart i am innocent too i cannot make my defense to you beyond what i say beyond what i do so i move to you like the beast in the barn there are holes in the roof and outside the storm since some of it snowed out to rest on your coat i bend my head to the heat of your throat and as i move to you you move to me effortless and silently