Climb the tree of wants to pluck the fruit of desire
Swing from each branch, Darwin’s creation, and
Let Inhibition take control of skin and bones, then
Let your real self prostrate to another, until you find
(Your way) home
Climb the tree of wants to pluck the fruit of desire
Swing from each branch, Darwin’s creation, and
Let Inhibition take control of skin and bones, then
Let your real self prostrate to another, until you find
(Your way) home
Home, where dawn with calm fingers
Weaves the lovers’ hair into a sky
Pregnant with stars gliding like prayers
And quivering the hairs into a music
Showering earth’s face and singing: One.