Where's my babe?
Where's the turning of her head
and the flying of curls
like waves—
The ocean in all its terror
And the winged pests of the earth;
From soil you came—
My babe, like a true devil, she.
Where’s my babe
Call me and I’ll come
To hear your command,
To fall in prayer
and kneel before your word.
Your wet blade in morning dew...
And goddess grey sky
Show me the moaning of your thunder
Pour yourself on me
and stain me with your sweet rains.
My babe, my devil sweet,
Godless love of the earth
Crack me with your Quaking
so that I may be blessed by the nature of you;
Unleash unto me
all that you may be—
The howling of the wounded dog
The singing of the morning bird
And like the earth to its mother
and to the Devil who came from its soil
I will love you with each measly part of me
My babe, My devil sweet
My holiest of troubles—
I’ll love you so.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
Where's my babe?
Where's the turning of her head
and the flying of curls
like waves—
The ocean in all its terror
And the winged pests of the earth;
From soil you came—
My babe, like a true devil, she.
Where’s my babe
Call me and I’ll come
To hear your command,
To fall in prayer
and kneel before your word.
Your wet blade in morning dew...
And goddess grey sky
Show me the moaning of your thunder
Pour yourself on me
and stain me with your sweet rains.
My babe, my devil sweet,
Godless love of the earth
Crack me with your Quaking
so that I may be blessed by the nature of you;
Unleash unto me
all that you may be—
The howling of the wounded dog
The singing of the morning bird
And like the earth to its mother
and to the Devil who came from its soil
I will love you with each measly part of me
My babe, My devil sweet
My holiest of troubles—
I’ll love you so.
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