our foreheads are battered with the symphony
corrupted by theory and gauze
your lips are sweet
but mine are sweeter
let me see you to sing consolidation
let me see you at all again
wellness cannot be spoken
though my expression heed no desire
to lure you into my hold
to cradle your head in my breast
dizzied and dazed
remember me there
find me in the warm night
such kindly temperament out of reach
reach for me when your bed becomes cold
when you yourself become cold
mustn't you fear me among the others
I long to lend you my hand
There are times when I can feel
come to me
speak to me