The voice of sex
is hard to describe,
Can’t explain how
it squirms between thighs,
Can’t quantify
the subtle confection
which twenty years later
still stirs my erection.
It isn’t the lyrics…
It’s not the appearance;
such pretty covers
don’t cause interference
tween shoegaze dream-pop
and all else surrounds them:
Still feel the magic
from when I first found them…
Still feel the power…
Still lost in their sway…
Still dance to Crank
when I want to pray.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017