New Moon Pilgrims

No one has been here before We're wandering now through the trees of flesh Their limp arms wave us on with the rest To the warm corridor of oranges and sweat My fingers slide along an undersea vent I can smell the taste that bubbles in her pulse And I can hear it loud in the heartbeat lulls There must be magnets, seal my skin to yours 'Cause every single moment drags me deeper into your pores Trapped for gold on the ocean floor New moon pilgrims In the palm of your hand My eyes are half moons When you suck me through the sand The hot night heaven I've had all I can stand When I hear you murmuring "No one has been here before" We're the tendrils now in the ventricle arch That's supporting the beams in the church of hearts And I feel the pull from the monocle glow The hot center of heat in a rip of snow I've got ideas that you're pointing me towards The wormwood's drying as stiff as swords There's a lush and a press and then a light from the globes The new moon finger that presses on into the snow Trapped for gold in your winter moan We're new moon pilgrims Cutting trails through the cold Jungles in the thread Of my quickening hold You've had all you can swallow My summer moans Somewhere in a crater Flowers ache to burst There's pollen in my mouth That's drowning out your thirst There's signposts saying That your flesh is a church Then you hear me murmur that No one has been there before No one has been there