A bit of dirt beneath my chin
Faith hurrying me home
Expecting dinner faces
Instead human recipes were served
Tears filled my ducts of hope
My main ingredient to talk was stocked
Bundled for everyone to see
Heaven is trouble
I shouted for all to hear
My pink cheeks enabled the cornered pianist
Room became so quietly ashamed
Am I holier than other girls – I asked
I do have skills to tease
Unfailingly I do – I do
With awe and wonder my trumpets have committed
Wavering the lines between all of your frowns
Dimming the radiance where your little spirit lives
Where bees completely kneel belly flat
Disposing their honey stash
Heartless virgins seeking Eden paradise
Gallantly whining for their green pathetic communions
Aiming for golden throats with Gods who choke
Bully buzzing the real kiss of life
The fragrant memory beneath the sun
Who loves all skin tones with hands and toes
The full hard red blood celled faith
Delicately and persuasively smiling
Gracing the cramped secrets to flesh
Allowing the unrestricted spirit to rise
Evermore soaring above all negatives
