I lay
underneath your fingertips
It seems that by laying there
underneath your fingertips
I put myself at risk
will i be burnt?
or will i be healed?
will i be further wounded?
or will i find peace?
You hold me
still
there
I relax into trust
And fall
again
from these high and holy places
where the spirit resides
oh, how deep and cutting is the fall
how tender and vulnerable i am underneath your fingertips
what for?
for what higher cause am i putting my self there?
for promises that crack and cackle when they drop?
for dreams that unravel themselves into thin cold air?
for whom do i sacrifice my self there, underneath your body?
Woman, please do not give of yourself that way.
Woman, please do not give of yourself that way.
Woman, collecting your tears is not a past-time that I mind.
For i love you, and I care to understand.
But woman,
be wise
be wise
be wise
Your own wisdom will protect you.
Hold that wisdom close to your heart.
Your own wisdom will protect you.
Hold that wisdom close, close to your warm heart.
Keep the wisdom warm and you will be wise.
