This electric criminal burns a hole through your skin like a needle's blazing chill.
An intruder invited by silence,
by the angle of your head,
by your evasive eyes.
I pin you down and you take wing.
But you trail the wreckage of a thousand cages.
I bait a trap with kindness,
subject you to mercy,
demolish you with softness,
rebuild you stronger still.
I am greasy from the presses,
muscles sore from minting fragile bonds and stamping pain.
But my kind of money's no good here.
Will I steal what I cannot buy with heartsick coin?
Shall I be a thief in your night?
I know you never latch your window.