Sometimes, you give me today. Sometimes, I bow - in a dive - to your gifts. Sometimes, your flood is younger than birth.
Because, now you lean into the bend; now you laugh in reflection; now you do as an animal rounded and flowing, like an old river inside new rain.
Sometimes, I want to thank you so much, my tongue turns to tadpole, and my mouth to well.
Pour into my skin, and I'll know something of life. Surround my spill, and you'll know something of love.
Because, now you lean into the bend; now you laugh in reflection; now you do as an animal rounded and flowing, like an old river inside new rain.
Sometimes, I want to thank you so much, my tongue turns to tadpole, and my mouth to well.
Pour into my skin, and I'll know something of life. Surround my spill, and you'll know something of love.
