The Wanderer
Kid A
white body, wet and yawning
black robe, pulled closely around her
blood hums in her heart,
she memorizes the way the yellow sun
swims endlessly thru layers of blue,
sometimes wishes she could follow
a smile of warmth upon reflection
that same yellow flood pierces thru,
her naked legs and arms beg and sulk,
a stretching bodice, in the arms of a lover
soon she will disrobe
soon it will all be gone;
she is content to watch the sun stretch beyond their reach
as they shape her into a cloud, a mother, a madonna...
black robe, pulled closely around her
blood hums in her heart,
she memorizes the way the yellow sun
swims endlessly thru layers of blue,
sometimes wishes she could follow
a smile of warmth upon reflection
that same yellow flood pierces thru,
her naked legs and arms beg and sulk,
a stretching bodice, in the arms of a lover
soon she will disrobe
soon it will all be gone;
she is content to watch the sun stretch beyond their reach
as they shape her into a cloud, a mother, a madonna...