I come to him to be excavated, exhumed Unsuture the walls of the wound Some abyss clean of anything else Of whom? Of you Am I slick to the touch This ectoplasm This ghostly transparency This womb Long fingers under blue light consecrate me I feel the air shift Do you recognise my colour Undress me I feel the air shift Long fingers under blue light consecrate me I feel the air shift Do you recognise my colour Undress me I feel the air shift Long fingers under blue light consecrate me I feel the air shift Do you recognise my colour Undress me I feel the air shift