Stranger than kindness. Bottled light from hotels. Spilling everything. Wet hand from the volcano. Sobers your skin. Stranger than Kindness. You caress yourself. And grind my soft cold bones below. Your map of desire. Burned in your flesh. Even a fool can come. A strange lit stair. And find a rope hanging there. Stranger than kindness. Keys rain like heaven's hair. There is no home there is no bread. We sit at the gate and scratch. The gaunt fruit of passion. Dies in the light. Stranger than kindness. Your sleeping hands journey. The loiter. Stranger than kindness. You hold me so carelessy close. Tell me I'm dirty