A Pair of Pyjamas for Two

My wingless angel, five black falling stars,
eclipse your skin, cords of ink sew up your scars,
my whitened devil, your hair and lightnings intertwine,
dip-dye vines climbing up to the sky.

You're a moonlighter with time to work your body,
a four leaf clover traveller.

My, my, my disarmed warrior of the 21st century,
you fancy bitching 'bout modern anxiety,
my, my, my topless model, lover of the backlight shape,
Polaroids and home-made videotapes.

You're a moonlighter with time to work your body,
a four leaf clover traveller,
you're a thinker with time for everyone,
a fate-seeker.

Shut up!

Maroon velvet shoes, sat down on the roof,
skinny dipping in the backyard swimming-pool,
your lies are made of truth, your love is bulletproof,
you're bolder than the Moon when the morning looms.