Sugarlight

Sugarlight we're addicts why do you think we came he's 
pasting
Gold leaches on my arm we sharpen up our teeth white sugar 
he
Speaks french memorizing torsos he's open throated in the 
corner
Hands arrive at hands my arm is tired of waiting to burn it
 down
Sugarlight, sugarlight i can't believe swallowing on bulb 
after
Another in the city of electric light