May I be the band that surrounds your forehead,
so close to your thoughts,
may I be the corn grain,
shattered by your wild teeth...
/>May I be around your neck the warm turquoise
of the storm of your blood.
May I be the wool of the loom
that slips between your fingers...
May I be the garment you wear
on the flow of your heart,
May I be the sand in your moccasins
that caresses your toes...
Ch 'I am your night dream,
when in your sleep you talk and moan...

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS