I cover myself with you exactly how I'd cover
with just a whole ocean
the eyes are opening friendly keeping its skin
while the falling eyelids remain without glory
the hours are staying in a file motionless
we are telling each other that curdy blood forms the flesh
the ceiling pays attention to every detail on earth
the foot which gathers us must be nude
the shoes spread the salt
and if I don't remain with you I would see no reason
to brush my teeth and my skin would crumble inside
the dune from which I can't dig out I'd be myself
to call my blood back from the sand and to stop it
from stretching out on the streets and if I were just skin
I would perfectly exfoliate like an unfinished spoil
I couldn't love you so much without having a good plan
we'd rather shut the light that is about to erupt