She is of the Earth and
And the stars
No words come from her mouth but
Her body is loud
She is of that
Soft, salty, river stuff
Bleeding through the continent
Down, down like
The sacred love she becomes
She's more like a tree or a
Sugar glider landing on the roof
In the dark of night that covers us
You can hear the thud
She is of the Earth and
And the stars
No words come from her mouth but
Her body is loud
But her body is loud
Her body
