To Be Read in the Morning Directly After You
I promised myself a pretty smile would never thaw my heart
Yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles
How tender and supple is the frame of your art
You weave gracefully; gracefully weave
Undo me sweet tenderness
Undo me
Consume sweet lavishness
Consume me
Sunset filters through the bridge and rests gracefully on you smiling