Brass Knuckle Tongue published at zygoteinmycoffee.com in 2005 Love begs me for a ride, feign madness prince and I’ll snatch up the orchids. His veins pulsate with hidden blues, and I whisper to calm the woes he conjures. Dig the emerald fire from his heart, with a delicate brass knuckle tongue to his ear. Baby, I can weave a golden thread of bullshit sweeter than you can, so silence those fears and let me drive.