i'm perched up on the wall
that you're slamming your head against
the bricks of pain and pleasure
now speak in present tense
the workings of this world
have cleared their throats
to speak their sense
blood dripping from your head
congeils into an observation bench
did you think i would leave you
after jumping the high fence
there's an orchard on the other side
where the fruits have no dents
did you think i'd forget you
after the sweet sweat for the quench
lemons, pits and apricots
the climax of spring's scent
we're going over
closer
i'll help you over
two hands
we're going over
closer
unconditional
love lands
