"Purely Breathable"

              I levitated to the top

   of the noontide sky at the age of eight

         as a child I bathed my filth

      I caressed you floating above

           it all as pillowed dream

                as real it did seem

           oh blissful you are as gift

      Your gentle precious heart burns

through memories so sick and feelings enslaving

       to drive me toward the vision

          of what a boy should be

I'm lifted high on the palm of your virginity

    I'm lifted high on my affection for thee

                 Don't wake me

                 Don't wake me