Anyone can penetrate my flesh.
Will you pry apart my heart and slice open my soul?
Stab at me with your softened gaze
Your eyelashes are swaying grass
On the edge of the oasis.
I can cry all night.
How many tears can your cup hold?
And do you have the courage to take a sip?
Or are you lost on the moon
Searching for a wandering child?
The child is in my arms.
Smelling the wind on my skin.
When you’ve had enough
Of wandering in quiet terror
We’re waiting for you
With a bowl of quiet tenderness