Naevus Mother, Im Texture

Truffles of Love (1999) You saw my flight in the hallway I saw your face on the stairs I tried to be your son I tried to be wholesome But nature has never been fair I was the man whom the trees loved Digging through dust for a book But now I ve been caught for Rappacini s daughter She s wiping the bait from the hook Mother, I m texture I m righting men wrecks her Mother, I m born many brood Mother, I m yawning I slide on your morning I chide and deride me your food I know that you won t understand this