Each wild pear is a lie to keep her safe
Every calcite word is a layer to never speak
Your mineral love hardens under my tongue
Slowly, deeply
My moss eyes will watch you through the tourmaline
I will close your mouth with sutures of gold
Your mineral love hardens under my tongue
Slowly, deeply
Carry this now for I cannot
I am the chosen pillar, the atlas of your world
Chocked with agate in silver silence
And handing from your argent neck - my lapis death
Worked from ancient hands
Stringed with faded coral and a primrose grin
All for you and from you always
Your mineral love hardens under my tongue
Slowly, deeply
Carry this now for I cannot
I am the chosen pillar, the atlas of your world
Chocked with agate in silver silence