Dark bits.

I will take my satisfaction later,
 after you are restored.

For now I am done with moving,
and I will rest my mouth here,
and here
      and here.

Don't move.
Don't disturb my lazy adventure,
I beg you.
Let me rest my weary hands here,
and here
      and here.

You are charged, electric.
You are tension and need,
but I am molasses, floating in amber.
So let me rest my weary body here;
      always here