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PART 1: TRANSGRESSION
What are you looking at?
A girl walks in on a garden lined with pride
Harness vines and lovers adorned with flowers
Hungry boys going down rude saying
How do you like to take it?
She enters the space
There are boys and girls and boygirls and girlboys in this room together
Everyone takes command and everyone gives up control
There is a hardness born of imagination
Red and metal together, mattress and concrete
Reinvented in a primitive world
In a screaming space
In love, in a toilet block, in an alley, in a dream
In a story, in a painting, in a mirror
What are you looking at?
A boy with a plan, a girl who is full of ideas
Kiss them if you like or clean up the mess they make
Write it down and walk away
What do you see when you look at a sex object?
When you look at a mirror, when you look at me, look at yourself
This is not about beauty, this is not about being queer
This is a space where love is made, where perversion is enacted
This might be about how you feel
It is nothing but objects and text
This is not about beauty, this is not about a journey towards identity
This is just a space
Come down to the dark back garden
PART 2: DARK BACK GARDEN
Walk down to the crystal fountain,
Drink a glass of sweet rose wine
Crushed with dew and drunk with memory
Of the night that you were mine
Come down to the dark back garden,
Walk down to the rocky creek
Said the figure to the other,
Screamed the mouthpiece to the meek
And the crimson well sprung forth,
And the water it poured out
Dripping salt and spitting language
While the stones cut under foot
In the garden lined with pride,
In the garden lined with pride
Grows a sweet rose drunk with memory
Of where you held me while I cried
In the garden screamed the animals,
Drenched with dew and desperate cried
Words of jealousy and terror
That a savage never lied
And the tangled hand reached up,
And the clenched teeth bit down
On the rusty taste of thunder
That spat you lightening to the ground
In the garden lined with pride,
In the garden lined with pride
Grows a sweet rose drunk with memory
Of where you held me while I cried
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DARK BACK GARDEN
Walk down to the crystal fountain,
Drink a glass of sweet rose wine
Crushed with dew and drunk with memory
Of the night that you were mine
Come down to the dark back garden,
Walk down to the rocky creek
Said the figure to the other,
Screamed the mouthpiece to the meek
And the crimson well sprung forth,
And the water it poured out
Dripping salt and spitting language
While the stones cut under foot
In the garden lined with pride,
In the garden lined with pride
Grows a sweet rose drunk with memory
Of where you held me while I cried
In the garden screamed the animals,
Drenched with dew and desperate cried
Words of jealousy and terror
That a savage never lied
And the tangled hand reached up,
And the clenched teeth bit down
On the rusty taste of thunder
That spat you lightening to the ground
In the garden lined with pride,
In the garden lined with pride
Grows a sweet rose drunk with memory
Of where you held me while I cried
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DARK BACK GARDEN
Walk down to the crystal fountain,
Drink a glass of sweet rose wine
Crushed with dew and drunk with memory
Of the night that you were mine
Come down to the dark back garden,
Walk down to the rocky creek
Said the figure to the other,
Screamed the mouthpiece to the meek
And the crimson well sprung forth,
And the water it poured out
Dripping salt and spitting language
While the stones cut under foot
In the garden lined with pride,
In the garden lined with pride
Grows a sweet rose drunk with memory
Of where you held me while I cried
In the garden screamed the animals,
Drenched with dew and desperate cried
Words of jealousy and terror
That a savage never lied
And the tangled hand reached up,
And the clenched teeth bit down
On the rusty taste of thunder
That spat you lightening to the ground
In the garden lined with pride,
In the garden lined with pride
Grows a sweet rose drunk with memory
Of where you held me while I cried
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