When The Wind Blew Right Through You

You heard it here first folks

that old song that's been playing since the dawn of man

as old as anything

and fresh as a rip in tights

that hole exposing the flesh beneath the dark fabric

we heard what it's all about

in the soul of sol y sombre

and from the cheap seats lit candles

not to forget the book

of the laconic erotic

written there in blood

that I saw Death reading

detailing the old song of longing

knowing the author's words won't return
except for in the mouths of others