Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt toss pop turn over
Sit down
Tremble and weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down
Spill with your words caught u p
Dance in your room
Slide like you're buttered up
Roll back the tomb
Sit down
Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
Shake in haste
Sit down
When the thunderclouds sound
Ants scatter to high ground
In the coolness of the morning
sparing moments here in magical tide
I would meet you without question
to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
from the start
there was this kind of glow
the start when it’s right
you’ll know,
fascinating love’s a secret
an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme
unpredictable the muses they play
never knowing whether teaisng or shy.