Bring it in, this little shaking plight.
I'll own it, gladly.

Lay it down on these linen sheets,
It is this linen I shall wrap us in,
Forever.

Bring it near, this quaking fever.
I'll own it gladly.

I hear its little hum,
With it I'll strike in harmony,
Forever.

Bring it here, this hoarse, crackled voice.
I'll eat it gladly.

I taste your breath,
And swallow your parceled words.

I'll steal your tongue,
And covet your tender insides.

I'll weep,
I'll weep with your precious, precious, yearning,

Forever,
Gladly.