Rolling petals off the tongue
Silky honey, warm as sun
Oh my eyes are open but I'm dreaming now
Twitchy nose from pollen
Not a care I've fallen
And I'm falling ever down
Further into the
Ground
Beading droplets, milky dew
Crawling further into you
Up the tempo as the gloss flows from your mouth
Butterflies hold your breath
My dear, I'll hold the rest
Pulling, tender, to the sound
Petals all the way
Down