uuuugghhhhhhhh
Mmmm

Black and white, hold me there
Nothing moves but I can’t look anywhere
Close-up fixed, but I feel it shift
Like the surface hides a different gift

Blow job—don’t cut away
Let it linger, let it stay
Pop art pulse in a silent room
Something building I can’t assume

It’s so still, but it’s not the same
Every second calls my name
I lean in, I play it coy
But I know exactly what he’s doing, boy

Milk the frame, don’t rush the scene
Slow drip tension in between
Say less, show more, hold that line
Let it bloom in its own sweet time

Milk the frame, I’ll take it slow
Thirty-six minutes just to let it grow
Tongue in cheek, but I’m all in
There’s a pulse underneath the skin

You could cut it down, make it quick
Trim the edges, skip the trick
But that’s not where the magic lives
It’s in the wait, in what it gives

Eyes half-closed, a subtle plea
Is it him—or is it me?
Every breath like a velvet cue
Pulling something out of view

Don’t say it, don’t break the spell
Let the silence do it well
I’m suspended, I’m undone
And we’re not even halfway, hun

Milk the frame, don’t rush the scene
Slow drip tension in between
Say less, show more, hold that line
Let it bloom in its own sweet time

Milk the frame, I’ll take it slow
Thirty-six minutes just to let it grow
Tongue in cheek, but I’m all in
There’s a pulse underneath the skin

Hold it there—don’t cut, don’t fade
Let me feel how this is made
Every second stretched just right
Till the silence starts to bite

Pop, repeat, consume, rewind
Art gets better every time
You don’t need to show me proof
I can feel it in the truth

Sat through all thirty-six, didn’t move
Let it wash, let it soothe
Call it study, call it art
But you knew from the start

If you rush it, you lose the game
Best part’s never what you name
So I stayed… yeah, I stayed the same
Just learning how to milk the frame

Milk!
(Pop!) don’t use teeth
Milk!
Warhol

M-m-m-milk
Mmmmmmm
Milk