For it all began with grain and clay
In ancient lands so far away
And in turquoise mines for the laborers day
Where to whom a lovely goddess the men would pray
That now I can write this for you

Thanks to those earthen veins of minerals blue
And the flowing rivers and oceans too
Over which sailed ships rowed by the crew
To carry such jewels to you

Where the mouth and the sound of its word was your name
For when I was kissed by those lips I was never the same
My tongue licks like fingertips of shadows of flames
And if once I was a desert, you’ve given me rain

I grew like a tree whose leaves spread like a fan
Whose lines and grooves resembles that of a hand
And I draw long and curling lines on your skin
Paying no mind to an end once we begin

And it all began with grain and clay
In ancient lands so far away
And in turquoise mines for the laborers day
Where to whom a lovely goddess the men would pray
That now I can write this for you

(c) 2015