We look up, silently

Without quite music

My face four days old

You look newborn



There's fear in your frown, like mine

No distance away

Noticing your hand

Half round my head

And on my face

Protecting me, protecting me



Afraid of your frown, don't change

For me expressions

A button undone

The earth that's on my back

And in my hair

Portraying me, portraying me



You're so clean, untouched

Like me experience possessed

She breathes so tence

Flexes her hand

Don't relax

Projecting me, projecting me.