rip me open and pour me out
do not reach into the vat of grapes stewing to become your wine
Settle for my breasts, check them for ripeness, bruises, pigment
The juices and the organs, warm with life will be yours with time
Mistake my figures for my scrawling fingers
Miss the mark my knuckles bend to breathe
And when upon my body your gaze lingers
flight will find my soul and I will leave.
You may take me dipping deeply drowned
Your hands pressed down my back as you descry
the dripping fermentation you have found
I've gifted as my solid alibi
I'll go but leave a skeleton in tow
All this so that we know what seeds we sew.
Settle for my breasts, check them for ripeness, bruises, pigment
The juices and the organs, warm with life will be yours with time
Mistake my figures for my scrawling fingers
Miss the mark my knuckles bend to breathe
And when upon my body your gaze lingers
flight will find my soul and I will leave.
You may take me dipping deeply drowned
Your hands pressed down my back as you descry
the dripping fermentation you have found
I've gifted as my solid alibi
I'll go but leave a skeleton in tow
All this so that we know what seeds we sew.