El Dorado
Open this Mexico,
the secret passage.
I make wind and water
low, so live like lizard's daughter
licking savagery.
Be silent kill.
A dragon curled into
a question.
Your wish means nothing
in the culdesac grave.
My guitar
played against our natural curve
like we would tilt the tidal
until this swimming
makes you fat with coins,
brimming liquid god.
You call the devil el macabre,
the tireless one.
Pour the liquid fire on the coals
and lean into longing, little one.
No gypsy whore
will make this man beg
like beaten burros
for water
or a spell
for an opening
into a city
of unspeakable treasures.
the secret passage.
I make wind and water
low, so live like lizard's daughter
licking savagery.
Be silent kill.
A dragon curled into
a question.
Your wish means nothing
in the culdesac grave.
My guitar
played against our natural curve
like we would tilt the tidal
until this swimming
makes you fat with coins,
brimming liquid god.
You call the devil el macabre,
the tireless one.
Pour the liquid fire on the coals
and lean into longing, little one.
No gypsy whore
will make this man beg
like beaten burros
for water
or a spell
for an opening
into a city
of unspeakable treasures.
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