Sea water is flowing from the middle of my thighs Wild buffalo are dancing on cliff tops in the skies
Adorn me in feathers from dead birds and contemplate the size of leather palettes to wind me in Put shutters on my eyes
They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails They'll cover the doors with their screens that their minds disposed
Write it down, write it down, down the names and dates of the daughters who pour out of me like grandmother's vines
They hang from the plates and my eyes see their (?) pretty long lashes and beards guarding the reign of me from them heedless, trembling toes gathering rain (?) in their sockets and creases and holes
They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails They'll cover the doors with their screens that their minds disposed
They'll weave their own souls into the frame to grow their foliage in They'll sew their own hands into their beds to keep them crawlers out to keep them crawlers out to keep them crawlers out to keep them crawlers out keep them crawlers out keep them crawlers out