Queen of the Hi-Ace

Sirens make the air coagulate
as we dance silently over the ocean
You and me as king and queen
Over the high end as the panorama builds
We are wheels
Kings and queens
we are ships
Legs and heels
Radiant trips
Causes erections and guilt
As we whip ourselves to sleep
It’s not a she
It’s the queen of the hi — ace
There on the carpet
In my embrace
It’s further
into the woman
It’s the queen with the wise face
It’s the queen of the hi — ace