kitchen song
wrap me up in a bed of your eyes.
wrap me up in a bed of grass
clinging to my hair.
Pulling at it with a grassy hand.
You asked me, if I felt a sudden rush of breath
from your mouth.
I said a little.
I control my own breathing
and I control the thoughts that go streaming.
these things we hold in our minds as memories
will stay with the earliest hours
and remain in the brush.
Do you hear the locusts belting out hymns?
They control the night.
They have a monopoly on the evening.
wrap me up in a bed of grass
clinging to my hair.
Pulling at it with a grassy hand.
You asked me, if I felt a sudden rush of breath
from your mouth.
I said a little.
I control my own breathing
and I control the thoughts that go streaming.
these things we hold in our minds as memories
will stay with the earliest hours
and remain in the brush.
Do you hear the locusts belting out hymns?
They control the night.
They have a monopoly on the evening.