| Wrapped in Crochet Here she is The morning smack Wrapped in crochet Little Indian Blonde waterfalls Spilling from the part And she is moving Always moving Never ceasing A cold baby unwrapped I need mama, now, I need Give me what you don�t have Maw, Give it all to me I am the core And you, my skin Button on my day coat And find me some dreams No sport or signet rings Only purring or spitting Ocean floor, dark water Imagination, her highest pleasure shalome � 2005 |