The truth lies in the dirt
Feathers sifting brown flour
Sunlight prisms dancing
And I let you
New green, her ritual comforts
While I lie contorted beneath you
The scent of wet soil
And I let you
The ****** bud reclaims her power
Rhythmic earth turn, turn
Spring, thy mirror of veracity
And I let you
Blinded by a heart grown
Veiled in misty mornings
The great lie, just out of sight
And I let you
Out of a hard rain now
No death by my hand
Nature continues her march
And I let you
Go
Relationship betrayal and the comfort of nature's consistency