Track One

Hidden behind the herbs and spices,
on the high shelf,
I wait for you
So when you come,
you can take my coriander hands
and kiss my cumin lips
And brush the ginger from my face

I will marvel over you
You miraculous thing
The curve of your smile and
the light in your eyes
which shines like dusk and dawn

We dance cinnamon swirls
And I hold on
for all that I am

I will never let go

I have waited too long
in my lonely prison
to set you free

So will you marvel over me
Am I, like you, miraculous
The softness of my body and
the sunshine in my eyes
(which simply reflects yours)

I will never need to hide now,
preserved behind those herbs and spices
on the high shelf
There are cherries on my cheeks
And as I blush,
you kiss the fruit from my lips
And it means “I love you”