worm,
will you return me
to the robin’s beak?
i’ll be a bird
terminal
we both know
let the rest of me go
see my death become a trail
and the trail leads to a flower
i will blossom in your sail
every dreamed and
waking hour
woman,
woman
hold me in your heat
till i remember
terminal
we both know
let me rest, let me go
see my death become a trail
and the trail leads to a flower
i will blossom in your sail
every dreamed and
waking hour