I am sweet as tea and hard like dry earth
water me
smooth like slip you can build me with clay
you can live in my sun I will protect you
if you’ll let me
let me
why wont you let me
my fingers have lost the places they used to tap
snap
I am distracted by you
I move under your hands don’t let them empty
I would let you drown me because I thought you were the only water I would ever need
pick me up like chords and harmonize
with me
why do they always break at the bridge
crack when everything feels like it's going right
we can slow the speed please lets just not stop
you've left me with whiplash bruises and I
am still just milk to you