Night the child was born
Was a storm in the sound
Couple old men drowned
As the baby crowned
And your father looked pleased
And your mother beamed
But your sister frowned
Just shut the door Lucile
Before the neighbors squeal
They'll peek from blinds
At our forbidden shrines
Those moments they steal
Don't ask how they been
They don't care how we feel
Where the Bennu wades
In Apollo's rays
I was pink as swine
Jarred in Sita brine
And I peeled for days
But I cast that line
And the years of tides
Left their foamy waves
On your golden thighs
Rose perfume
Cornflower blooms
Birds and baboons
In your sitting room
Couple old men croon
While you dance for the moon
In headdress gold
Waist ribbon blue
They singing ghost note tunes
Into smokey plumes
They trace the names from tombs
I'm at your garden gate
Brought you ash and clay
For your morning bath
Down the river path
Where the Bennu wades
In Apollo's rays
I was pink as swine
Jarred in Sita brine
And I peeled for days
But I cast that line
And years of tides
Left their foamy waves
On your golden thighs