Speckled eggs for speckled lovers Laid between the legs of others Dancing into darkness in your room Where whales wait beneath the ground With bated breath and furrowed brows They're constantly collecting all our thoughts To be printed in a book which no one bought Better lives for better liars Sticking words to legs of spiders Leaving out the windows for new homes With secret rooms for sacred times Where we collect the air in jars That floated through our bodies years ago On the night you said those bodies got too close