
the tenderness in your folds
the secrets that you keep
the closets where i hid
to get away from him
the cinnamon babkas tickled my tongue
while your eyes smiled to hear me
mis-pronounce chicken schnitzel
through my missing front teeth

the tenderness in your folds
the secrets that you keep
the closets where i hid
to get away from him
the cinnamon babkas tickled my tongue
while your eyes smiled to hear me
mis-pronounce chicken schnitzel
through my missing front teeth
at long last a home
for the weary bones
chosen and loved
above all
in the classification
of mud and breath
here a kingdom
you will have and
come forth to multiply
as life meant to
last
however there are
many rivers to cross
and all are made of fire
hallelujah love
praising life in every song
flown to Shamayim