Laying my heart on your breast
Planting my warm lips on your teeth
Hands locked around your soul
Your legs and fingers dance to different directions
Gripping Orpheus’ collar
To be the shadow of the forest
The fog of woe
You will share your lips before you share your tongue
Release me
Save me from tugging the anchor
Or blooming the flower
Save the butterfly from travelling before its learnt to live as the chrysalis