Kiss me
Kiss me, baby
Like a kitten, tiny, short and sweet
Kiss me
Nibble on my shoulder,
Starting every time we meet

Tell me
Tell me, baby
Every little thing you want to hear
Tell me
Just close your eyes and listen
I'll repeat them in your ear

Hold me
Hold me, baby
Tightly, look me deep into your eyes
Hold me
Say everything that ever worked
Then take me by surprise

Take me
Take me, baby
Toss me, turn me, flip me upside down
Take me
Softly, like I wanted
Later, drive me through the ground

Feel me
Feel me, baby
Touch me, do me up and way back down
Feel me
Your two hips can be the king
My hips can be his crown

If I fall from seven stories, would you touch my mangled body?
Would you always be the last one every day to touch my cheek?
If I drown and I am floating, will you pull me out and hold me
--Wet and cold me--
Though my blood has stopped, my neck is limp and weak?

And should a fire consume me, would you watch the smoke blow off me?
Once I'm dragged out on our lawn and I'm nestled in wet grass
Would it be too much a trouble that you give my hand a last kiss
To look into where my eyes were--would that be too much to ask?

And if I rolled out of a car door, would you drive the roads to find me?
Would you pick the tiny gravels from my freshly-tender skin
Could you press your still-warm lips to mine and whisper you still love me
Claim my body
Be the one who tells my friends and all my kin?

And if somehow I exploded, would you think how to collect me?
Would you look for all my pieces just to put them back in one?
And if ailment were to strike me, could you watch my figure crumple?
Will you stay as I get thinly and my hairs fall one by one?

I love you every moment and would do all of this for you
I won't want to have to do it, but if someone, here I am
So, darling, as I'm weeping, will you press myself into you
Ever-New you
Say you love me and will love me as I am

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.