wildgrown

look,
he and I move like the drumstick and the ride do
when I catch that kind of heat, it's like my tongue is touchin spice -
rose up one day to find the rosebushes
higher than they've ever been
petals made of fire float

down
You and I move like the drumstick and the ride do
when I catch that kind of heat, it's like my tongue is soaked in spice
I rose up one day to find the rosebushes
higher than they've ever been.
This blush is wildgrown -

I won't process this;
the cuts and roughness in my voice are what I'm called to give
Only way I know to paint the love I've fallen in
is hiss and crawl and twist
and shed and show
off my skin:
broken scales, clashing colors, I shine
all my sins

Watch me slither, baby,
on this bed of lush green;
fresh flowers, black crickets overhead; the shade is lovely -
mm, so is the sunlight -
don't make me choose between em -
I live for the dark and light mixing, bleeding, making Eden
My honey takes me there when we wake from shared slumber
Overturned serpent's perspective, lookin up at honey suckle
Smell of the earth,
cool my tongue forever -
sometimes I think the only thing that matters is the musk in our meadow.

you and I move like the drumstick and the ride do
when I catch that kind of heat, it's like my tongue is soaked in spice -
rose up one day to find the rosebushes
higher than they've ever been
petals made of fire float

down
You and I move like the drumstick and the ride do
when I catch that kind of heat, it's like my tongue is soaked in spice
I rose up one day to find the rosebushes
higher than they've ever been.
This blush is wildgrown.