Come in, sink into my chest
It's not safe to sleep alone
Lean into my skin and
Blow the dust around the room
The shine we see, the Autumn we smell
Is temporary as a ringing bell
A little thin skinned but the rust will not consume
Oh you prim-lipped keeper
Oh you daytime sleeper
Don't tangle the vivid with the gray
Sometimes we are the water
But mostly we are the seeds
The art of being fruitless is not a terminal stampede