i remember your voice
it spoke to me before
her aged lips and salty hips
had sunken in the ground
like lemon trees
they will bring you joy
and sorrow, each in turn

how it rings
for your soul
how the well drinks
from these ferns
into diamonds
forests burn
your eyes are smiling
your nose is hiding
your tears are shining
your fruits are growing
i am throwing all this music at your feet
you bend down to greet the night
as she crawls in heat
her aching heart wanders
into precocious streets
the provocation of the situation
is immanently sweet
you sing the song for nothing
and dance for each one that you meet