Was she honeydew or banana?
Did she taste like a voiceless dream?
And did she fulfill your fantasy of a moon-faced girl?
All innocence in the dark, surrounding sea
Was he animal or pirate?
Did he touch like you were the first he’d ever seen?
And did he stare, then smile like a kid?
Was he bearded or fresh as fifteen?
I love to make the bed
I’d rather make love
What are you?
What are you afraid of?
Did she save her kisses like stamps for letters she would never send?
And did she open like an envelope?
Naked in her burden
Did he hold her like a handcuff or like a railing?
Did he hold her underwater like breath?
Or did he hold off, unsure of her wanting?
He says we’re on a boat
She says she lost her watch in the sea
I’m a-holdin’ onto control
Just drop it, you don’t need it
There’s freedom shouting in me
It’s hard to melt, when you’re afraid of fire
And it’s hard to yell, when you’ve had to be quiet
For so long
Dharamsala, India 2008
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