Paroles de Sabbath

I'm six or seven and dreaming that i'm a boy.
I emerged out of the water and went into the garden with a small silver hand between my thighs
Later, in the shower, i see a boy naked.
He is contagious, and i can feel mine.
I was told not to stare then, but my eyes have never been larger, in & out of my body, my stare kept growing, iii-iiii-iii-iii-ii-i-iii-i-i-i-i guess that's what's called flesh memory.
Oh, how i wanted to tell him that we had switched places!
In my dream i'd had him on me, but i didn't that day when i told her the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff, and you're a horse!
I said, if the dog was a wolf and i a boy she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse

And we were running then, horse and wolf and girl, braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle. i felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin. i've always been like this

Some days i feel like my body is straightened, held up by thin braces, metal spikes embrace my spine, my face, my cunt.
I can feel myself from above, but i can't see who's holding them.
It would be easy to think about submission, but i don't think it's about submission, it's about holding and being held

We ran willingly, horse-like, girl-like, boy-like.
Her voice neighing in the back of her throat, and when i came closer we collided and kissed in the passing, on the mouth, like horses do.
I said, her thin lips over enamel and steel.
I felt the outline of her braces against my own, little silver arms reaching for each other