my hands are a clamshell
open little
beneath the blue around me
I await the red to come
to smother
fill me
Full
because in this world where blues are cold
our bodies are red
and mine's waiting for you
my hands are a clamshell
open little
beneath the blue around me
I await the red to come
to smother
fill me
Full
because in this world where blues are cold
our bodies are red
and mine's waiting for you