Var - No One Dances Quite Like My Brothers

This is how I first saw him
Eyes closed
Linen clean
A sensuality traced into every movement
Still now, years later
I get nausea from the thought of forces above me
Uncontrollable waters
Feet sliding on moss covered rocks
It all seems like together
I burn sage in my room every morning and every night
I thrust myself against my walls and my floor
I have a poster at the end of my bed
Mainly so I can touch it with my feet
It leaves me with some comfort
It shows a nature reserve with animals and plants and bird With a million bright colours
I sleep with a small piece of flint
Whenever I get overwhelmed, I press it against my thigh
I let small drops of blood pour onto the blanket
I can't look into fire as I could before
The flames grin at me, casting aspersions
And I get sick and I have to lie down

No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
Firefly, sand, egg, olive stone, vagina
Death is in the smallest things

No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers
No one dances quite like my brothers